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
Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013
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