Submissions by Ashleywatson

Fire is dying boys, gracefully ceasing your smoke
The wicked are resting, Fallin’ apple tree broke
A verse for a penny, a pound for a tune
I’ll tell you my story, this cold afternoon

Drool on the pillow and spit on the ground
Shoulder to Shoulder, barking drunken hounds
Spilling craft on their calves, beer on their beards
being sober on a sunday it suddenly a fear

Go home to the slaver you could call your wife
“Yar a feckin drunken mess, why ye livin this life?”
“I Thought I did love ya darling, never did it change”
“agh just drink down...

I gaze upon the harbour, entranced by the darkness of the horizon
If the world was really flat..
Would we sail into space and slowly suffocate?
Or is their some sort of edge we would fall off

I jump along the rocks which the waves divorce upon
As i watch the mutt in all her happiness
Even though at this time, I am also truly happy
It does not just take the possession of a stick or stone
It has taken the beauty of my surroundings,
And to be with the friend I love
And cherish every moment with

I then turn around and see the street lights, as...