Young and sexy delicious as fruit,
I’ve not seen him here before,
Does he travel to Brighton, what for?
Alone he travels with pen and paper,
Has he come from a tall skyscraper,
He looks not like a business man,
Perhaps in fashion, designer he can.
Whatever his profession, a mystery he is,
Unable to read him like a magazine quiz,
In his own world, he is quietly asleep,
Meditating peacefully or just counting sheep.
His glasses are totally with the funk,
And his good looks make him a bit of a spunk,
I hope he knows he has a special charm,
And a disposition of peace and calm.
The Brighton to London Poet
© 2005 MCARB
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