Tonight at the Arizona

The color bled out this morning

I watched as it drained from the frame

The temperance of that light never escaped me

Incentive to adore grew in a manner unchallenged

The hope she threw unhinged my mind into something unrecognizable 

Unparalleled were the days

 Wrought with stuff of fantasy 

Time changed form and all things faded into a warm laughter

I proceed to soak up the spilled past

With a rag stained by inaction

Frayed are the days now

unfettered with pleasurable monotony 

Cleaved off in a day

Time proceeds, and I with it.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

Great title. Nice little piece of barroom. I like it.