At Night

At night you can see it,
sometimes,
a naked night, that star,
Up alone amongst thousands.
It douses the night in kerosine,
luminously lighting lovers lips,
And showed them the sand,
A minefield of beer cans and rubbers,
And waves.
Waves rippling to and fro,
generations cometh and passeth away,
The white surging which birthed love,
Riding against a background
Angels addicted to reefer,
searching for answers on lips
and skin and heartbeats and oh and oh oh
This night,
where key scratch authors impose
their manifestos on innocent cornerstore windows.
Cracked souls walking on cracked soles.
Searching for an answer to a question
when they should be searching for a question.
Minds crying, screaming, wondering,
IfonlyIdid IfonlyIdidnt Wheredidshego Whydidsheleave
Screaming in silence.
Now back to acts of love
being committed on cold sand,
Pulsing, thrusting, moaning,
The tide surges forth,
And the moment cometh and passeth away.