Run along the sands that dusty now the stretches of beach
Funnel in the saltwater washes as they squash themselves onto the clay pebbled land
Now as the breath of wind pulls under the puffy sky,
White like spotty napkins stained on sperm
The raging splashes shout with hoarseness like clearing throats
Phlegmed up in a flaming cough and back down again swallowed
Yes and the dangle sunny screams light into being
Bronzing up skin slimed and splodgy in bananaed oils
Laying nicely carpeted and scalding in such masochistic vain ways