Under Throbbing Red Sun Poem by Ray Quesada

My neighbor's wife is leaving him - My palms are wrinkling

unnoticeably- - - All of this Earthly Paradise is some

sort of strange Golden Ratio

math equation; This Paradise of Whisp and

Frolic; of Orion's Belt; of Heroin,

Women; of Heinekens and White Russians...

Folded within a Hell,

wrapped up inside a

meaningless Purgatory, breathing

Chaos and INFINITE Darwinian Order

underneath the burning,

throbbing, angry red

sun of South Carolina

in July.

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Throbbing Red Sun - -> Oasis in Space,

partially hidden

behind Man's Venomous

Chemical Sky.