3 Cheats At The Beach

I'm looking at the sharkskin welkin.
I'm looking at white tigers in the sea.
I'm looking at the wan Walberswick sun.
I'm looking out for the Hoek van Holland,
where it's okay to be a chronic,
where it's okay to kill out of love...
Or is that France?

Outlook was for kingfisher's hammer-and-tack azure,
w/ nary a snowleopard cub in the sky.
But brolly dollies are meteorologically challenged
coz today's pokey & griege as a Hammershoi.
Such is the impact of sunny showers,
shifting the sands.

I'm looking at oceanic seduction.
I'm looking at the Costa Del Felo De Se.
I'm  looking at the silver lining rising.
I'm looking at the high tide saying 'Hi!'
When it's okay to get my emeralds wet,
coz the ocean is also jealous & ashen.
A substitute union.

Outlook was for waving, not doing a Richey Manic;
for Aqua Zumba amateur hour, not drowning.
O Walberswinds, blow sand in my emeralds,
swarm your silica, your tinsyglinty flotsand & gritsam
downwind from damn dune where Judas & Juliet 
heavily pet.