Day 87 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day dearth meaning: "an insufficient quantity or number."
Friday
A soft sigh echoes
Down a long corridor
This long exhalation
A fellow clicks his heels
Bounces by eager pedestrians
Exalting the weekend gods
Miserly folks stand at attention
Their eyes are muddled perception
Dark ringlets percolate
A drawling yawn billows
Cascading out of bars
This ecstatic combustion
Roamers can hardly tell
Their faces are pebbled
Poor lost souls
Flame-tickled foods and drink
Pickled brains dance about
Smattering the streets
Plagues of hard hitters
In brimstone jackets
Gamble their nights
Dancers flamenco, salsa, ballroom
Percussion beats on soiled floors
Seducing twisting forms
The lady folds in
Her land is inside of her
Busily her mind ticks
Repugnant snacks wished on foes
Pantry woes force Contrived
Half-baked ideas
A dearth of deceit
Stirs his melancholy just
Prior to sleep...
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