Hazy sunset

RiverJordan

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.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2020 13:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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