Once, greatly periled by faint hearted trivialities,
He laughs at himself ; drinking spirits by the fire pit.
mystified by his own mortal, oil paintings,
he felt as cold as moonshine inside an iron kettle.
the grounds are shaking inside a smoggy head,
tooth for tooth; beak for beak, art casts away lessons,
a parting couple romanticizes an afterlife,
here and after,
the laughter within him, bellows mystery.
watched by a hazy sunset.