The Scotland Poems

flotsam in the fog

i’m not lost where i belong

gulls and the lull of the sea

forgiving those who trespass

against thee in their dreams


stoplight sand

against the volcano sky

with a retreating tide

seared into my mind


flay me daily, hold me gently

dash me on the rocks,

tell me that you hate me, and please don’t even stop


the monster here

lurking in the canopy

decapitated harmony

hunt me like a deer

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