The sun dipped below the atmosphere, it’s
Left hanging in the Sky. My mouth, absent
Of fragile words. Forgiveness nor remorse.
My mind vacant of thought, descanted then
forgot. What more could we want? Passive love
without passion, unsought; the heavy heart yearns not.
Unfold me, turn my page. Then dip your tongue
in words of rage. Beckoning and hungry.
Dad Joke #28:
Why did the scarecrow win an award?
Because he was out-standing in his field