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"
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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