Leeroy Berlin has developed a crippling addiction to the fermented sap of the coconut palm since fleeing the forces of Western Civilization. He spends his days staring at the reef break and scratching poems into the homes of stray hermit crabs. He blogs at leeroyberlin.com and is the editor of Sanity not Guaranteed.

Leeroy Berlin

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we got the rain until the stars fall too

shards of light
broken glinting dreams
gathered in the black folds
of endless respirations
aspirated
between the clouds
that unzip
with the force of an
overloaded god
on a lonely man
ready for
hope.