A wounded lion
drinking and writing his way
out of Hollywood.
* * *
A waste of a life –
all of her moments fading
ending before me.
* * *
Soaring through their worlds
lost in forms of creation –
reality debt.
* * *
You remind me of
a time when friends were easy –
smoking through the night.
* * *
The mild wind rushes
stirring distant silhouettes,
soothing in the dark.
© 2015, Gavin Zanker.
Photo by trophygeek licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic.