BLEEDING DUSK

Devoured by time,

The sun’s crimson carcass

Lay across the horizon.

 The scavenging dusk begins its feeding frenzy.

This is an incendiary ecosystem

To humble our bloated earthly affairs.

Forgive my wistful predation,

For my gun holds no bullets, but merely

contemplative darts forged in solitude!

The gunshots pierce through dusk.

  The opiate stream of bleeding shadows

tend to my brooding friend, NOSTALGIA