Apogee
Devoid the void - paradise in plastic bags,
world swallower's second act
after his sheep heart's dinner.
Suede-draped sphinxes mounting warfare on
bleeding stars while swirling circus cosmos
swirls on, cabarated with wisemen
bearded by darkest grey.
Every Monday, GJC will be sharing a poem from John T. Trigonis, a local JC Heights resident, poet, writer, and coffee aficionado, in our Monday Musings.
