Punk Poetry Double Shot  #1 -  Seven Miles Of Golden Sand/An Evil Town

7 Miles Of Golden Sand By Tom Quinton/A Evil Town By Marcus Cooke


Side 1 - Seven miles of golden sand By Tom Quinton

With seven miles of golden sand
and a lighthouse on nine legs
Radioactive murky water
and seagulls with two heads
The beach is like quicksand
Like a whore it will swallow you whole
Surrounded by pounds shops,
and tourists on the dole.

With vomit stained pavements
The seagulls eat for free
The high streets like a war zone
In good old Burnham on sea.

Strangers stop in wonder
What sort of place is this
A 21st century seaside town
Where the drunks they stop to piss

With seven miles of golden sand
and a light house on nine legs
Radioactive murky water
and seagulls with two heads

Coffin dodgers Roam the streets
Like the night of the living dead
With Zimmer frames and walking sticks
They're Jousting for their bread
Topless middle aged tourists
With beer belly's and hairy hooters
Hit and run drink driving
In shop mobility scooters

A concrete jungle this is not
The sea air leads me astray
My home town I love and hate
On a glorious summers day


Side 2 - " A Evil Town" By Marcus Cooke


Welcome to an evil town,  
A place where dreams never come true  
Where hope die’s at birth  
never staying with you.  

There's panic on the edge of town
the invisible wall has a crack
has something got in?
or something got out?
someone's got out
never to come back.

Out of black toxic seas
something wicked this way comes
leaving a trail of destruction
from Weston to burnham on sea
Indeed, something wicked  
this way comes.

Closed down seaman stained toilets,  
just to save a couple of pence,  
wearing latex gloves  
I find the best defense.  

Curtain twitching, bone bitching,  
Militants, man their posts  
like armed Nazi’s at a POW Camp.  
There electronic eyes always watching,  
trying to spot the outsider.  
But this is an evil town,  
a town they should have closed down.  

Red rain the colour of blood  
spits at my feet and heel  
a dire warning to some  
this threat is very real.  

Thief’s and misfits  
roamers and interlopers  
Grow out of the shadow of street corners    
Clenched teeth and fists  
X-ray eyes survey  
the terrain for all intruders.  

All the shops are closed  
as if they were never open.    
All is quiet like  
they are expecting a riot?  

In this place,  
my trust has always been misplaced  
we should nuke this town from outer space,  
just to feel safe.  

Watch your futures end  
and your Weston-super-nightmares begin,  
Your never leave this evil town,  
because leaving is a sin.