Like stark nib’s snubs on paper,
you passed me by
at exactly the time that
I passed you by.
Pittance for your
your reeking polemic,
as you scribed lines
on the soles of
my feet. The quill passed
and cuff, soon covered
my body and spoke on my
tongues like I’ve never spoken. I saved a thought
in those odd hours.
enough … Now, to name the great forgotten would be
diminish the great remembered.
who deserves such tardy harassment
the grim dimension of some recollected slough
the even and collective precinct’s filthy invasion.
and coalesce, the mismatched mounds.
beneath so smoke hangs like laces
tickle the lifeless below;
with fickle below.
was a grand idea that flickered in the blaze,
licked into consumption,
could only flutter to the four winds,