Dragons to Doughnuts

The dragons stopped flying

the day I first spoke to a doughnut

Not the sprinkle kind,

they are a little too fancy to take seriously

After the bitterness drowns insanity

the world settles into normal

or rather some semblance of normalcy

No one seems to notice the dragons

I watch the sky for a sign

a balmy breeze in winter perhaps

All I see is silence

Transient art brought smiles

but there's too much interference

between my vibe and theirs

They were my friends

I see them still 

Though now I talk to doughnuts

until the bitterness kicks in

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