WIP (Poem) – Counting down

Two thousand one thousand five hundred none Some shake their sad heads while others make fun All watching and waiting til everyone’s gone Two thousand to one thousand to five hundred to none Two thousand to one thousand to five hundred to none The worst score in the worst game when it’s over and done […]

The product

Harvested from ye olde voice notes: The engine roars and water drips off the back of a tractor trailer as it tips up a hill on the Baie Verte highway and I think this is what it looks like when you don’t┬áhave the product, when the product isn’t there Fish spill into an empty bucket […]