Salty and spent dream generators editing the clips from today into an old cine Super 8,

Tangled hair whipped around smiling faces,

One hand to link the chain and the other to cling to railings like drunks,

Fighting the intoxication of a windy sea day taken straight out of Blackpool

circa 1984

Daft and dizzy

In October just before the razzle dazzle illuminations

Queuing at the Winter Gardens – embossed tickets in hand – not available at the door

Light pockets – birthday money spent – a little here and there wherever we went

And the pinch of posh new patent leather that’ll need wearing in…

That kind of carefree playful gust that brings the mood with it

And paints a facsimile smile with the memory it whips across your lips-

Tickling against coke floats and screeching on the swing boats –

Rough sand exfoliates the dulled senses

Sloughs off the worries

And you’re brand new

And silky smooth

Against the sheets –

Sliding into technicolour dreams and imaginative treats.