Hazy sunset


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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