A Poets Demise Poem by douglas lewis
A Poets Demise
The one time I beg to hear
Your spilling words
You roll your tongue in silence.
With slight nod of head
Your poems tumble to the side,
No pen nor net to capture
All that madness.
The antechamber,
The coffin head,
This stooping all befits you,
Discomfort to the end.
Your last thoughts
In frozen grimace,
Hello Daddy,
You long dead bastard
With half your head
In rotting pool.
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9/19/2024 10:08:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poet's demise is a demise of padagog. Thanks