Velveteen Sunset

Spoiled scraps of wasted day Deflate and soil the leveled West Bruised and bitter they copulate On an amethyst bed Too feverish in haste to note Their plush hues have harshened The hour came so suddenly Now all at once must they drink People's Temple refugees Squared away and nervous In their new, nightly Jonestown Their reverend is hiding Bright as he is, he sweats Half hidden under groping land Mostly melted into reaching trees Will he come again come morning Only stars will be awake to see Until then the night is black And very lonely Chelsea Westerfield August 6th, 2013