Peace and quiet

Fishing marlin

was his thing –

unruly –

unkempt – tragic

And a pen that

stroked a thousand

words – a drink

devoid of magic

How can you write

and drink as well

indulgences

are few and far

Friends were where

romance blossomed

like a smile

from the bar

Seen across the

sozzled sort – as

sloppy as a

marlin – floundered

Yet elegance

approached the man

like a bell that

tolled – surrounded

Happiness had

walked within the

realm of time –

undaunted

How so; he thought

I can’t feel joy

or intellect

be thwarted

Delight had come

to beat its drum

all he could hear

was silence

Peace came with a

bullet – and walked

away with quiet.

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