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.
sensualism 