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Dry Dock Bay

"The shipwrecked thoughts
in my receeding bay
gasp for oxygen
as the tide has gone
out to see if the water
is deeper beyond the reef
of loneliness where all the
fair maidens must be
I'm stranded, beached ass
in a dehydrating puddle
in dry dock bay"

I don't mind the fire in the mind

"I couldn't help but notice
that the dead wood
in society when gathered
could make quite a bonfire
if only one could collect it
but my kindling
had been eaten
by the termites
and so the rot
gets hold of more
and more
until we all rot"