Poet's death
Aug. 23rd, 2024 09:20 pmAs his fingers, mouth and brain freeze, all the words are melting away. The rhymes are long gone, the similes have vanished, the imagery is merely a gray disappearing ghost. The gag is wet and soggy. The cobweb of deceptions and lies is heavier by the day. Alas, the end line is nearer and looking brighter with every new day.