cannibal beach head dunkirk (Remove filter)
sea-faring (02/13/2018)
setting your watch to a belly of a dog
springs and sprockets carried on a Crimean surf
cards with men wearing sleeves stamped with mermaids, anchors: momentos and hexes and the names of lovers stranded by the low tide
like us: dried up and bottomed out,
stamping timesheets , winking at dirty jokes
eating dinners in silence as the hull whistles
thru bullet holes.
counting the days ...
Tuesday 13th February 2018 10:03 pm
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