December

Dropoff into a drunken dreamworld

duodenal dunes dumping droll dialogue

and drooping dotingly, downcast and downbeat,

like a dreadnaught dovetail, disturbingly dormant

to our dignified delusions and our delicate deductions

dancing dancing dancing in the distillate doldrums.

Reviews

[Yvette Shaw]

I see ancient ruins in this poem... It's almost as
if it is a self acknowledment and acceptance
of the day to day humdrum of life...Happily
delusional, and the use of the D's, definetely
original. Well done.
Yvette Shaw

[kurrupted]

Wow! what a piece...short and powerful.strong words too.

[Rambling Prose]

Wow! Very impressive footwork in this piece! I'll not say that I'm aware of the meanings of each word used, but I've pasted them & I'm going to look them up!

Very nicely done!