Frantically rushing to
the door that’s already
waiting for an exit.
Remember the charity’s
down in Kemptown.
The circular park
next to the Pavilion.
Old Stein and its pebble dash.
A walk through all The Lanes.
NCP Carparks and jaded
fish and chip parades.
Empty fairground ride,
a turning – loose change
and the smell of vinegar.
Samoan flip flop
and rugby team buses.
Japan, South Africa and
the rain wet sparkling.
Remember last summer.
Remember thirty years ago.
Grand Master Flash and
Melle Mell – white lines,
and Brighton blow away.
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