Autograph
(1603 AD)
it spews out words
bones to hungry
academic dogs
gnawed the word-knot
grammar’s gristle
doubly chewed
then eschewed
wet concrete sets
where the statute’s
clay feet whisper
damp follies
to waiting bergères
prance advance
macabre the dance
ink its acid burning
fragile the page
held to the light
pin-holes where stars
peep through thin paper
more fragile than
parchment
parched for knowledge
crisp pages crumble
under the fumble
thumbed
by dumb hands
lusting eagerly
for wisdom drawn
from bone-dry dust
Autograph A good one, although it would take me some time to suss out why I feel that way. I’ll save this one for a rainy day. Cheers, Chuck
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Looks like you’re having a binge poetry session, Chuck. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
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