Frolic

When visiting an unsustainable paradise
One must frolic in the soft waves
To find out for themselves
The sweet taste of a bitter hellbroth
That bubbles and simmers in a cauldron

A hazy orb spies from above
Emboldened by the seduction
It observes what we’re doing —
Such criminality should be outlawed
Instead, its depths are explored

As we frolic in the glitz
In a nondescript Eden —
Of voluminous curiosity
We’re ambivalent passengers
In an expandable minstrel.

Shadows of a pale sun sparkle on the water.


A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 11-05-20

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