The sea is endless when you are in a rowboat.
“Over your grave a goose change gears
The science is weird
Mayans never counted to here
Dying sun glare through thin atmosphere
Windshield smeared, A/C blasting old air
Standstill traffic, human landfills dot the landscape, ravaged
Trousers on the ape, but he still savage“
billy woods | “Swampwater”