The Pleasure-Dome

Bodies are packed
In a pleasure-dome:
tanned faces, sunburnt legs,
stripey shorts and sun-tops,
a bulge of breast.

A feckless youth:
long blond hair
and searching lips,
is praying mantis
to schoolboys.

Fruit machine Jackpot
Is pennies from heaven.
Perhaps a fiver will be kept back
For Lucy tonight, in the park.

A child sucks on a sugar dummy,
As her brother loses rainbow sweets
From a hole in his pocket.

All I desire is honey-bee ale
And phantasmagoria:
turquoise, green, canary and magenta.

A phial of elixir
Will traduce the glass,
In my physic garden.

Poppies and other opiates
Open their petals,
To colour the world
In a pleasure-dome.