Abandoned Youth Camp

the planes fly well overhead now
& couples no longer dawdle down
by the jetty where an old dinghy
rises & falls on the fluke waves
of passing powerboats … & now
cicadas chorale across an empty
bay old pipes protrude from the
muddy shallows & the trees though
blooming still billow untended &
unloved (though the summer & this
giant cross remain drifters are
its only pilgrims – snorkellers
scan the basin for discarded
bikinis or martini glasses (the
old wreck of a hotel still hopes
for a reunion with its past loves
the storms at sunset or the mock
evacuations – shells bursting
underfoot as the guys with their
miniature five string ukeleles
serenade two lovers demolishing
a lobster – all gone to the great
fairground in the sky now packed
up like crates of beer bottles
shipped off to another island
another beachside retreat for
nuns with cystic fibrosis …
now i hear the choppers swing
low coming in for their daily
sightseeing pass – dissecting
sea mist like it’s cold cabbage
inspecting our abandoned futures
like so many sad real estate agents


About the author

Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.

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