Flotsam and Jetsam


The crashing of the waves against the shore

Feel a lot like

A thousand knocks on my door

In the morning,

with only two bottles to take you anywhere

One for the road, one for your soul

I wish I had more,

to drown

in a puddle of mess that we’ve made

I’ve made –

through the years,

wishing to count on the better days,

for something to keep,

something to hold on,

something to stay for.

The ocean,

it calls you out

wave after pink wave,

water crashing down on your face

like a thousand buckets

of dry,

unwanted tears

the hook and the tab

for all the undaunted fears

Monday, April 22, 2013 | 3:38am


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