This evening was one with quite a difference
First time for ages spent in New Brighton
It’s currently being rebuilt, all fence
And piles of aggregate along the front
But it was dark and hard to make out, hence
It would be worth revisiting. Drunk teens
From Wallasey staggered along the prom
Girls in short skirts and lads of slender means
Making out on the seafront benches, queens
And kings of nowhere. Know why we had come?
No, well I’ll tell you. There’s an old fort, on
A causeway, called Fort Perch Rock. The event
Was a story and poetry night, with song
In a small dark basement, a firelit scene
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