The Thing

When all was quiet on the promenade, ‘cept for the sea, I gazed a dark thing down on the beach, Stranded like a road side tire, Its rubber shell broiling in the heat.   Suddenly charged by the midday sun, A foot, a claw grinded into gear, Dragged, contorted and pulling away. Then a lizard... Continue Reading →

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