Crack-er-ed.

The

Crack

chipped

my

brain

and what was left

made mere morsels

out 0f merry men

and dishes piled high,

far as the eye could see.

The minds latency–

while curious

is

twisted like a hookah pipe,

slipping down a plug hole.

Sweet jesus,

Frank Black would know what to do…

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. -L.C.

Sort

it

out

Coffey

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