The setting is a late May evening
and the sun is just beginning to wane
the grasses are as green as can be
the warm summer rays touch
skin darkened by the halls of recluses
and eyes drunk on the monotone beat
of a single heart
the horizon speaks to me
in ways no human could ever
color elicits emotion
only my darkest days would ever see
drooping sunset
with patch, see-through clouds
for skanky lingerie
calms me better than any
green eyed, freckled face
powered by an engine
stoked by fire of rejection
I reject the clown suit
appreciate the complexion
of life riding the fine line
life and death, I’ve seen both
lived and loved
both
I never knew
why the silence loved me so
treated me to knowledge
people seemed to refuse
I’m so hot
dirty mind, spinning you a web
of lust, lies
and forgotten faces
all in time
before the moon turns on her heel
and I fall into sleep
till our next divorce counseling meeting
