Spent Days

[virtuoso]

Night scrawls the horizon
sentient swells secede
into the cavernous abyss
reams of black stenciled
over soft blue pastels
as the scorching eyes
of Zeus's brigand minister
swoon through a paler diode
fringing epaulets twinkle
penitent beads satellite
compressed drops of dew
filter through the mist


Night trawls my temple
figments, but bartered hours
overshadow rendered time
dilated eyes pump, then drain
the residual store
yet my simmering conscience
pimps the strained lines
glittering specs bristle
in the shadows
burnt coffee grounds
metabolized and spent
replaced by a seething tonic
to blot the pending score

[kiz_paws]

This is a great poem, I love the way that it reads when read aloud.
Good job!

[virtuoso]

Thanks for your kind words, Kiz!