contention to the wind
brisk, purple breeze
as it speak of this residue like bursting embers
hot, burgundy flames

rising, creeping afar
stealing crimson verse from an ancient poet
a fedora tilted to the right
a coffee-stained diner plate

a road-trip down horizon's pinhead
a peculiar mustiness
filled with number two pencils
cut into sections

made for scripting the intention of this mood.

- gypsy george.