This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.
Poem
A Brief History of Pleasure Piers
It was from outer space, the triumph of fantasy
over pedestrians, the deniable alkalinity of the ocean.
One morning, it simply appeared in Ryde.
It just stood there, the waves lapping
...
It was from outer space, the triumph of fantasy
over pedestrians, the deniable alkalinity of the ocean.
One morning, it simply appeared in Ryde.
It just stood there, the waves lapping
...
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