Krunch and I wait in a constant state of
subdued arousal,
the sun rises orange above an average
horizon,
it burns the day and the wind is not
enough to cool,
day burns down along the candle wick,
evening comes and the sun drowns in a red
ocean,
Krunch and I remain,
He curses and stings me with his
ventilation,
I listen and grunt, smile and kick back,
clouds gather and usher in an offshore
storm,
we meet on the helicopter landing pad as
rain melts our joy,
He swings a heavy fist at my temple and I
beat him dead,
dead until he dies and I'm lying in his
blood,
coughing in his diseased lungs,
the remarkable heart stopped,
Mandy alone for the rest of her smoker's
life,
dust went down,
nothing gold can stay.
6.2007
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