17rd August 2021
Here, all recorded.
Wherever space-freed go, whatever do – step, jump, dancy squirl –
Captured for anyone to see.
Plus quirky bumpandaway of artilleried spinning ball,
Sink of spade and fling,
Terminal curlicue collapse of landing air-toy.
Silicon-stored without encryption,
And yet here’s the thing:
Nobody cares
Who views, how shared;
Because that’s what beaches always do –
Until tiderise erasure.
Afternoon sands resembling, different scale, desert battlefields:
Hardly a square yard not
Scroffed, freeved, pollomped, trieked,
Or verbed with any other nonsense-word
That fastmind limbfling saltskins
Might shrapnel into their cartwheely yaffleblather.
© Christopher Jessop 2021
