Night Poem 1

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel the urge to write a poem. Waking up the next morning and reading back through them is always a surprise - I can't remember what I was going on about, the writing format seems detached and all over the place, bizzarre and intruiging. Here's one of them.

Tinted Lifestyle

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Encircled by
tattered threads of light
his suit
echoes her flambouyancy.

The stars laugh
as they feast
on wrinkled scallops
and the bottled toil
of decades.

The ocean longs
to reclaim her pearls
as his shoes
lie dead and polished.

Such shrill glamour -
They see the world
through tinted eyes.