Monthly archives: April 2020

3 posts

Black Sheep

HERE’S TO US

Here’s to the beautiful drift,

Here’s to the tune of addiction’s deceit.

Here’s to the backseats of the church,

the treasures in the dust,

the sorrows on repeat.

sinking sand

SINKING SANDS

Rambo clenched his fist and drove it into the jaw of the sleepy man nearest to Tiger. He was Tiger’s speech that didn’t need a voice. Rambo, a smallish man with hard hands. He used to be an accountant, a family man. The calm in the storm.