Treasure Island

yash saini


On The Wagon


Aloof from all his plight
Welcoming penance in his reveries
Still with gushing endorphins
Amidst all known ennui
Making an enmesh an masse
Peeping through heavenly crevices
Stands yonder a psyche
Brimmed in gilded amber
Uttering dispensable jibes in sotto voce
Like a charlatan notching wonders
Apocalyptic amber inciting a chauvinist within
His half – part gaiting hither him
Adorned in a trousseau with a slaughtered signet
Sniffing back her stygian siestas
Like moving into a charnel house
Aye, alcohol demarcation attained a sine qua non
Recognizing her spouse was on a wagon …

Submitted: Saturday, November 02, 2013

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