inebriation

this afternoon
a lemon-faced drunk

slumped

into a daily stupor

no doubt

fatigued
from continuous
radiance

stupefied

he ignored the two
pie-faced girls
whose braided antennae
and jean clad spindles

swirled

twirled

and tumbled cartwheels
under his inebriation

so incoherent
was he

no notice
was given
to the poor
scorched crab-grass

who fought
with the seared dandelion
for shade

he continued
to stagger
his evening slump

slowly

so slowly

towards
his convergent lover

who patiently waited

over the moss-green

sweeps of the west.




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