chill

the vapid disinterest
of the sun rose
a golden ball
shimmering in feigned regard
(a burning middle finger)
etched in vaporous
<ill intent>
lending a tumultuous
air of chill intimacy
to an otherwise
funeralesque
sunday spent malingering
in the foyer to hell.

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