Naked Evening Poem by Aron Heroux
Naked Evening
The fumes
of another wasted day
rise and rot
my brain
The camera, sitting
on my dresser stares, judging
with cycloptic lense
I stare back
I blink first
Damn
A magnolia plastered on
the wall
reminds me
of sex
and death
But the walls
are alive and holding
this cell together
Music rises like
an intoxicating fog
drugging me
into
dead-space
The world outside
groans
and I shut
the window
and
sneer
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4/25/2024 3:02:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is good, I'm always sneering! grrrrrrrrrr