Bliss in 2007 [poem]

Strange blue wide screen
Wide range orange light beam
A tree that looks like Norma Jean
Horizon sews a golden gleam.

All the garden’s smells are green
But its look’s a gentler tone
Brownish in the thick air’s sheen
At this time of day alone
It is not so very clean
And it soothes you to the bone.

Believers’ distant metal chime
Hot the coals’ red adders’ shine
Easy thing to spend the time
To keep this glorious evening mine.

Could I just on any other day
Stare my boring life away
With a precious sight like this
It would be just. Just bliss.


- Contented Insect