Xmas day 2000

Leftovers

The open palm of the beach
had been bunched into a fist
by the working class northerly winds
that hewed from the sea
garlands of foam
this christmas morning
in the year 2000

Christmas day gave the pigeons
the chance of a nervous go
at half a dozen rubbish bags
crammed with buffet leftovers
abandoned for drink
one christmas eve
in the year 2000

And the kids who were leftovers
abandoned for drink
still aluminuim scootered
down to the arcades
closed but still carrying
the slightest chance of place

The waves of course
spoke in chaos
about all of this
with the undertow
suggesting envy or regret
at how solid it all seems

The bite of the sand
on my face is
after all
just the glitter
on the christmas cards
in another careless form