Moon Swings

November 18, 2017

Autumn moon moods taunt my soul

as satirical jazz rocks locked, untold

gory stories of defeat, retreating soulless

untold joys, imploding screams unblest.

As a season, I reason stages of reproach,

storms of normalcy, winds of encroached

feelings reeling too hot to handle scandal

remissed, unkissed; insistent rare mantels.

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