Junkbox Collaboration

Drawn down and further ever on you fell like deadweight

and sank way below most objects of the same shape

lost like a ship, beyond the great cape

BEYOND EARTH+SKY

there's a man with a shotgun, perched, waiting

trying to break out of Nietchze's Moustache

with wire cutters, semtex and an ounce of hash (for the nerves)

The nerves he'd suffered with since the day his father beat that dog without warning then had several helpings at dinner.

But nerves or not, what else could he do? Desperation would see him through.

BETWEEN THE THORNS AND TIME WAVY OR GREY

you can hear the silent screams of

a poem that has lost its muse

Dan, Richard, James, James, Kelly & Hugh