Thursday, May 6, 2010

(#12) 18th April

Black waves, mind raping
Rush up my shore
Not a nice sight.

Coarse sand
Wave froth and
Ripped heart.

Swimmer, gulp
Its hard to drown
Wants to drown.

Composure, write
Message in a bottle
Don't bottle it up.

Impossible, I can't
Work at six
Prescribe me, pharmacy.

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