Bar fly.
Alone I keep watch,
while the ones who surround me,
wet their eager lips.
A whiff of whiskey,
and stale cigar smoke passes,
into the dusk breeze.
Decay on his breath,
like mustard gas and roses,
I remain unseen.
The day passes on,
along silken strands of time,
into the evening.
Semblance of order,
and life's eternal waxing,
blinds us to decay.
The passing half moon,
hides shadows of things unseen,
Alone I keep watch...
while the ones who surround me,
wet their eager lips.
A whiff of whiskey,
and stale cigar smoke passes,
into the dusk breeze.
Decay on his breath,
like mustard gas and roses,
I remain unseen.
The day passes on,
along silken strands of time,
into the evening.
Semblance of order,
and life's eternal waxing,
blinds us to decay.
The passing half moon,
hides shadows of things unseen,
Alone I keep watch...
posted by Murph | 2:27 PM
3 Comments:
nice,
nice blog
Thank you, thank you very much...
I was hoping someone would catch that, I always thought that was a particularly precise description.
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