afternoon remorse

the day is still
festering like a corpse
stagnant and humid
swamplike in texture
the bloated belly
of a body fished from
the lake after a week
filled with maggots
a pinata of abhorrence
ripe with gases and
ready to burst open
spewing putrefied filth
on an unremarkable day
in the bowels of hell

a sense of dread greeted
the perpetually angry sun
as it glared over a land
of blowing trash and concrete
over the sea of pissed off
drivers in a row like baby
turtles despairing for the
ocean waters to sweep
them far from the rot
the pervading decay lingers
spoiled remains of today
permanently forlorn in
the overwhelming sense of
tragedies as yet unfulfilled


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