Distorted screams

Distorted screams

Bad Company, seagull

Flies through dreams

Heart races between

Here, there.

Lights flash

Words crash

Another line

No problem to find

Living, dead.


Need not apply

They hold no meaning

Cannot rectify

Contents scrabbling like eggs

In drunken head.

Resourceful Jack

Laughs from table

Morning shall erase

Here, waiting

Until next panic attack

But that seagull

Well, never ask

burn baby burn

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