A sibilant sound
whispers in the wind
a candle gutters
creating fleeting shadows.

The sea of apathy
languishes elegantly
as blurred images
are left to rot
in a letterbox.

Ernest Hemingway
betrothed to a boat
fishes for tuna
in a bathing box
with yellow bile
chops and bruising uppercuts.

Programmed minds
for hire
with pawned promises
honesty, loyalty
and satisfaction guarantied.

Reflections
of contradictions
superficially ripple
on a lake
of ultramarine blue.

Seductive wraiths
emerge
from the depths
before dissolving.

Contradictory quotations
unctuously inflected
with pretentious allusions
and blandishments
as substitutes for originality
and the myth of contented bliss
by actors
on an artificial stage.

Disillusioned moments
captured
and snap frozen
as illusions
freed or forgotten.

The silence echoes
discordant themes
of fractured relationships
with mordant moments
in between.

Dreams disintegrate
and indifferent thoughts
escape
as smoke
from burning forests.