august .. .

Breezette by glass of august moon
just a few more puffs upon your
marijuana cigarette before I die
lend a moment basking in the sun
for those inclement of fun
counter-weight my loss of intelligence
with excitement, erotica, morbid suspense
the jack-rabbit flies in face of fear
jack-snipe disturbed shows no tears
his face placid – eyes stay closed
organ flaccid, far too many years
we waited by the corner
for the steel road grinder to appear
the clench of purpose
morbid gash of ancient steam-roller
time on our hands slips through
death angel’s cold rake
python skin discarded
red and black the suffocating snake
I assign the moon to watch over me
yet the ramparts are rusted gold
drawbridge in need of repair
children can see naught
in his ageless stare

©edenbray19.05.2023