...With all the Cliche that Comes from Children & Sun

let naked children
fall and rise
on waves propelled
by summer tides
and parents holding
shaky cameras
order smiles
and get no answer,
let sand stuck under
tiny feet
be washed away
by water’s leap,
and sun cream
sifted
on the surface
crumble under
mothers’ bliss,
and teenage dreams
of drink and porn
encapsulated
on the platform,
forgotten when
bodies crash in
to the water’s
icy grin,
and not-so-teenage
boy’s first times
reaching depths
before they climb
the edges
of the plastic deck
to jump again
without a breath
and swim back to
his parent’s cheers
and tales of how
it took him years
but he damned his fears
and now he’s better
than his peers -
and the goth’s parents
sitting in shade
roll eyes
and let
the moments fade
and cream on the backs
of a million bodies
absorb the sunny
times like these –
let days be long
and nights be cold
as days like these
will help to mould
the prospects of
another year,
that would be paved
with stress
seem clear,
because French food
and good Czech beer
will lighten
any bad career.

 

dude, great write!!
I loved it

 

haha, i really dig the rhythm you got workin' for ya

however, i can't get over "and cream on the backs"

just cracks me up with the whole adolescent horniness theme that seems to be entwined in that adventure of a read