The Beast (sonnet in iambic pentameter)

The fog consumed the hill that night, windless.

The Vu we knew could not do, life eked out.

Two ex-lovers plus one and me, aimless.

Short-round behind the Jeep sets off, about.

Down Park, up then Excel. Just one red light. 

Pissers unseen til thee was dead ahead.

Inside barkeep, old man sipped Bud Light.

Old man and thee shipmate now dance with dread.

Last call, withdrawal into the fog once more.

One last crusade up hill. On foot only. 

The Beast in Red. Asleep. Hungry for Ore.

Scales mist wet. The top I stand lonely.

The fog parts now. Below exes now kiss.

Shipmate sees too. The ex, her beau is this.

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Nathan Truzzolino is the author of

‘Middle of The End: A Novel’

Available for purchase on Amazon.com