A friend is scanning HEAT magazine
on a beach where a passionate sun belts him
so he takes off his hat and flourishes sweat.
Boiled, we take a steaming walk and clock
an older woman sporting HOT
on a T-shirt over her large chest - cup D;
so we lick ice cream and out from a beach hut
struts an aging man, neoprene black;
a sea-lion performer, a drama king,
ready to otter the waves on a surfboard,
buttocks trembling in rubber technology.
The sea is cold - and waves inevitably hit him,
hit him
and hit him again.
that's a catchy line...
ReplyDeleteI love the description of the "aging man"... I can hear the ocean in your last lines.
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There is something spellbinding about the image, "buttocks trembling in rubber technology." It's one of those "wish I'd thought of it" phrases.
ReplyDeletePoetry with motion, with motion and with motion again, I like it. http://jokeyshop.blogspot.com
ReplyDelete"to otter the waves" - nice!
ReplyDelete'buttocks trembling...' It's going to get you a whole bunch of new poetry lovers who check it out for entirely the wrong reasons!
ReplyDeleteImaginative descriptions, brought a smile to me face.
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