The smallest circle
A paltry sum
Of spirit and smut
Drifts by the way
the roadside
Imperceptible forces
Anchor the quaint
Smells from abroad
Ignorance
As well, defeat
Muster in disguise
An obvious order
Away from isolation
Where expectations
Follow suit
Like a deck of cards
Or game of chess
A friendly wager
‘tween gods
Amicable gods
Sipping fine wine
And mocking romance
Hands, knees,
Scraps and pride
Like the death of a falcon
The most minuscule
Fragmentation of innocence
That Never stood a chance
I drift by the way
The roadside
--J-boat, @TwoJ_Boat on Instagram , 5/1/2024
Theme : Self, Social Criticism, Satire