Monday, November 18, 2013

Where A Young Man Once Stood

Ragged old skin sewn to bones
this tapestry of time
as thick blood, stews through the brain
trickling sludge… that remains behind
thoughts, which gnaw on hardened plaque
rats, who scurry like memories
with long hollowed bodies –
withered simplicity
tethered by youth
an old gnome sits
where a young man
once stood.

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