Grey rain clouds - lost - roll
Across Newquay sound,
No souls around;
6AM silent on the streets
Sticky with spilled Radler
Save for seagulls
Scavenging at tits/bits off a passed
Out Teenage Paddler,
Out Teenage Paddler,
Sicked up shots of Jaeger,
Stilton Cornish Pasty,
The whole drab town vastly
Slumbering smashed in
Lumbering wet dreams,
Broiling, roiling, oiling
Puke encrusted pillows
With grease from fish,
Chips, fingers, unwashed n' braided hair;
A stained curtain billows in
The fetid sea-salt-sweat
Melched air - at the Escape
Surf Hostel Europa
Not a single nostril twitches,
No one has life enough
To care.
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