by Adam Levon Brown
Sugar-shocked Preamble for decadence is swung
triangularly south for the Winter greed
Ducks flock eastward, bounding telephone
wires flying towards motorway heaven
The ducks fly to the north, delving deeper into denial,
reaching for a place where hunters of vengeance cannot shoot
Premonitions of a lonely world lead one to consider a darkened
alley where light never graces soulless sidewalks of smog
Moments of clarity bring unhinged pearl avenues of death
to a roaring end, meeting mule-tide occasions of froth
Perennial seasons of corruption end in tides of gray
nuanced jubilation for the eves of convoluted joy
1 comment:
Riveting! Thank you!
Post a Comment