London's expensive new bread
Hokkaido Milk Loaf they said
but for ready sliced
a tenth of the price
I'll have Blackpool Milk Roll instead!
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
some other world passed by that night
through wet circles on the glass.
against the blur of dark and light
crowds swarmed and walked en-masse.
the storm picked up along South Shore
spitting patterns on the screen.
the wipers rubbed and squeaked once more
leaving fan shapes where they’d been.
the lights that danced above the clubs
were synced to move like real.
they chased down piers and past the pubs
and round the ferris wheel.
our car would crawl and stop again
as we queued in single file.
through steamed up windows and driving rain
beat the heart of The Golden Mile.
Depending on our power, we may be blessed
Hallucinations entertained and self confessed
Fill our world with wonder and delight
Unless our mind is filled with hateful spite
Seeing the Golden Light may give us hope
Unless we are in Blackpool full of dope
Feeling warmth may comfort us at night
Unless a cigarette set us alight
Hearing soft sweet voices is a change
When one is alone but not deranged
Love your spirits and you will be safe
Hatred cultivated ruins hope
If we are kind and wish no-one ill
We live well within the sacred will
Blackpool
As dark as your depth
So is the length of pleasure I feel
Still stuck in the midst
Here is never ending pleasure
Many are stunned by your view
How else could I describe your look?
Like a swill quenches my thirst
So is your tasty sip
The entrance through your gates give you joy
Your glossy painted walls aid my graceful entry
You indeed are my graceful delight
What else do I need for the feel?
It’s needless to know the innermost places of you
No matter how deep I probe
I can only keep wishing I knew
Still nothing new
I can swim all day long
No day is long in you
No whim can reach you
My blackpool
THE INVINCIBLE PEN
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