A walk along the foreshore.

A walk along the foreshore.

Heavy air

Sinks hearts

Beneath a layer

Of easy breathers

Mutton heads

Who lost the way

To San Jose

Crash through layers

Of low flying cloud

Hanging languorously from

Cobweb skies

Catching the last

Of the sun

Vying to lift fallen spirits

With parachute payments

Paragliding across the point

In the hope of being

Chosen as extras

In a dystopian nightmare

Meanwhile old timers

Gasp on a last cigarette

Before the golden mile

When coffee shops

Spill out

Onto the street

A welcome smile fills every seat

Clean living

Smells of vanilla

Skin cancer

Is a bi-word

For insurance

Slap on a tan

Wear tight underwear

Walk with a swagger

Dance like Jagger

If you must

But be wary of tattoos

In strange places

Children with innocent faces

Eating ice cream

Cuckolds walking dogs

Musclebound brains

With whirring cogs

Train to be machines

And beach volleyball teams

Not quite as wholesome

As they seem

Practice their gift

Whilst the coaches scream

But you get my drift

You know what I mean.