Revised sonnet #220
At surfers beach you live the life youd crave
The clots of water saturated hair
The crested colonnade of chosen wave
The board on racks of van your bogged up spare
The lean to shack of dunes old lovers lair
The gulls a sign of fishing boats just by
The chilly bin a bank of fizzy fare
The aqua boots of brace in wet or dry
The night invites another kind of high
The plankton little stars all luminesce
The virtual cactus juice then sipped on sly
And something more is made of something less
And so the party starts tad after dark
Through spirits sworn off jellyfish or shark
Chorus dark opaque sombre
