To Bognor Regis turn my lonely hours .
Is there a magpie to share a cuppa ?
I only have the confidence of the tide
waiting for some daring ladies ...
In Bognor Regis the life stops
at three cafés and a polish grocery store.
Lost port where no ships ever docks .
I sometime meet the captain of the Britannia
pulling on his tamarind pipe .
'' You will be a man my son ! ''
Meditate on this august imperial ghost .
So long your royal highness !
The old lady chooses the open sea ...
Tonight Manchester plays Crystal palace .
Often contemplating the grey waters
and waiting for the wave
that will carry me to America ,
but it always too late or a bit early
there's no escaping the magic of boredom...
It also happens that we die
of too long a life at Bognor Regis ...
Following the rainy procession
Crystal palace in shambles ...
Tomorrow morning ,tasting my earl gray
I would question the clouds in search of legends
running far out over the irish sea ...
I'm looking for love in Bognor Regis
but it makes the seagulls laugh ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
You've taken me to a place quaint and alluring, an escape from the bustle of city life. We need such places at times to restore perspective. Beautifully versed!
Thank you Bella ! I like a lot Southampton !
This city seems to be frozen in time and boredom here becomes a form of contemplation, an opportunity to reflect.
It was a pleasure to read!
2 years of a delightful purgatory !
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