138. Brighten

Brighton
Britain’s bleakest beach
Steeped in chilly rocky waves
Swarmed by raving gulls that
Poop and peck and plunder
Along narrow streets of mouldy shops
And unfitted quarters
Surrounding Oriental Palace
That sticks out like a cruise liner
On a flat and murky sea
The one white spot
Amidst the blues
Save the dock connecting sea to sea.
The Pavilion – an offering to history.
The Pier – an offering to frivolity
And accessible to all, escapable to all
Extending from sea to sea
Until it is worn, seas become one,
And sailors wait for summer come.