Poetry · Writing

as the tides settle

I can’t shake

the days that we made those waves


even as the tides settle,

will splash and will sit there and wait.

The moon will shine and the dust will settle-

in the lull will feel full

sick and tired spinning like wool



is this the end? tired on the beach listening to Gamb

is this 3005? picnic and the tides still settle-

but not me, waving arms like gym class

heroes will be up late

making their own waves.


I can’t shake this feeling that first wave

was only the beginning- and the big one is coming.

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