Broken by the beach
High on marijuana
And doped, half dead in the water

The dock looks delicious!
A crimson brown
And hues, coffee
Tis’ time for Shakespeare

Broken beer bottles
And a heart torn in half

“She left me under the waned moon”
I cried, howling

Panting under the sunny debauchery
Cry and cry and cry, sweat out the tear in 12

Far away, behind the looming narcissism
The sun settles
On a desolate dock

Slutty time and being slip through
Like fine grains, of a mountain new
I lie dead, with bottles two
And staked by the drowning water crest