Formby

wandering silently
today the sea is so noisy
it leaves its debris
scattered shells, shrapnel
washed up bits of broken machinery
all around my feet

a continuous conveyor belt
bringing in
all these obsolete jellyfish
masses of green wires
the seaweed
and some kind of seaworm
I carelessly avoid

beneath the heavy clouds
the sand darkens to a thick brown fudge
or a swiss roll
coating my feet
I'm trying not to stick

looking past
a horizon broken by charcoal buildings
ghosts of ships creep by
the city is not so far from here