Broken Horizons

There he sits every day,

whiskey and cigarettes

daytime T.V.

shoe leather’s gotten thin,

needles in the hallway;

the accoutrements of ennui,

perhaps.

There they sit every day

images of unattainable dreams,

missed opportunities,

bad choices

limitations;

the architecture of bitterness,

perhaps.

2 thoughts on “Broken Horizons

  1. VijayNair

    A splendid delineation of the” link” between the apathetic viewer and ” the architecture of bitterness ” projected on the screen.Perhaps !

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