Crisp packets flying on a Torquay wind

The street lights broken

The potholes cracking windscreens

The council up in the clouds

Up my Ilsham Marine Drive

And the parking men watching

In their disguise get-up

For walking wages

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

7 thoughts on “Torquay”

  1. Your descriptions bring to mind a seaside town we just passed through- gorgeous beach, but hard to appreciate with all of the things the people leave behind on it! Thanks for sharing.


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