Sunset

Your eroticism is expressed

In a heavy agitated style

Demanded by previous generations

With resolve and determination

As I read the lengthy records

Of your spiritual experiences

Like a ship on the sea in full sail

How beautiful they might have been

I gave expression to my appreciation

If only aware of starving dogs

Give nature time and make lewd jokes

And when you go down make a good sunset

Like snakes of rain coiling on a windshield

Slicing the throat of the bully of mediocrity

You might get by in that bracket

Or become part of the ghostly hunt

During the celebration of contemporary decadence

I envision a nostalgic cult of lost innocence

Overwhelmed by an annihilating boredom

Cultivating a vigorous inability to feel

Life proceeds in particles

2011 By David Jacobi