He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff
An apple fell
The sun rose thinly from the sea and the old man could see other boats
I waited for the duty sister
He looked down into the water and saw tiny fish
Night Sweats
Pretending to work, I retire to my office
Today will have three parts
It is not what they built. It's what they knocked down.
The days come too early, they move slow
That's why I went and kicked the bucket
Even your name is ugly
I look up at a strip of grey autmn sky
We fuck them up. In return they kill us.
The business of floating
Motorised Mirrors
Ring of Barbed Wire
Moth Balls
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