AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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CRABBY

  4am and Sleep is stolen By the screeches Of the brown booted Bleached haired brigade Hovering and whoring Around the belches Of beer-can-boys Who’ll take them And fill them With the full force Of all the nothingness Their noise once covered While I plead and pray For the sweet return Of soulful sleep To […]

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