Joel Parker


Hangover

As the tapering pink peals into fawn
Threading its weft through the eye of the storm,
Heralding its wake and the light of new dawn;
As the opiate evening drowns
In its own alchaholic haze and the fluid fusion
Of the sun's last rays, pulls me down
In His saturate gaze
Your image burns before me
And slowly fades away

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