an ode to yesterday’s sunset

forgotten and foretold
bold and ill and rotten
evoking an anguish beyond the horizon.

a lion awakes to fall and forget
into a drunken stupor
of idiot resentment.

blood stained tears ill-begotten on building’s walls in downtown los angeles.

Here, everything is for sale, there is no tag, there is no yard. It’s more of a concrete complete with heavy cream.

I’m deep into the part about almafitano. from bolano’s 2666. It’s about as sweet as any album from bon iver.