Thursday, May 18, 2023

Swamp Gas


morning flirts with dusk as it creeps

above the horizon, washing its hands

in the noonday sun befroe resting

itself in an afternnon rocker on the

sundown porch of the day's end...

the evening breathes in life to a tired

generation that has lived its life in

the shadows of the previous one...

sleepless and pathetic they roam the

streets like night vultures looking

for their mistresses who feld years

ago due to lack of ambition...  rats

scurry across the faces of the streets,

looking for late arrivals who left

without any personal belongings,

hoping to be invited to a late meal...

darkness surrounds itself and the

moon hide in between its layers...

darkeness descend decadently as it

lures innocence into its early morning

hours before the sun has awakened.


May 6, 2023

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