ChagrinA Poem by LonerThe wind kissed the hills. The sky kissed the land. Amber glowed to the motion of slowness.
Black was the gutted shack that kissed the sand it knew for a bed. Ribbons of red shot through the clouds and kissed the sun that hid in chagrin.
Gunshots popped. The land grew weird.
I couldn’t stop contemplating myself. I turned my eyes inside my head to kiss my mind, but my mind blushed and escaped with the sun.
Broken bottles showered, and kissed the cacti that stood firm with immutable pride. Shyly, with a half grin of chagrin, I blinked and took aim. Fired and missed. Cocked the rifle, and fired and missed. Fired again, and missed again. I passed the gun and swallowed my ale that kissed my throat in an amber stream.
My eyes lay fixed on the ground, then rose to the mountain’s tip. My head kept circling the basin of the desert. The gloaming boorishly appeared and kissed the day that bid the night.
I got in the car and sat behind the wheel. Flipped on the lights and paused for an eternal second before fleeing through the land of the weird, past disturbed and confused motorists. I drove faster, in search of the sun. I pressed for the foot of the hills, but the sun was gone. Departed shamefaced, and all I wanted to do was apologize. © 2008 LonerReviews
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1 Review Added on March 2, 2008 Last Updated on March 28, 2008 AuthorLonerWhere the tumbleweeds blow along a vapid and dusty canvas, CAAboutI've been declining into a state of moral and social decadence, only to rise again, and to seethe again. Stepping through each day in a perpetual ebb and flow, I dance from the chaotic to the sublime... more..Writing
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