I gloat on a mountain of cigarettes,


self-righteous mortals beneath a cloud of smoke,


polluted blood,


I howl as my cells siren for a piece of mind,


the sighing pulse awaits implosion of serotonin at cusp with the height of freight,


meditate above a red sky,


a germ symbotic with existential earth,


that of a worm,


crawling towards the burning sun.


out of sight,


watched by the giving tree,


return as dust,




I'm but a fractal of transient life.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 9th, 2020 17:06
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22


  • orchidee

    I never knew there was all this in a fraction of transient life. Well, I know now! lol.

    • RiverJordan

      Oh there is so much more, thank you for the read

    • L. B. Mek

      wonderfully ambitious poetry with some truly insightful commentary on life

      • RiverJordan

        Thank you for the feedback, much appreciated! 🌞

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