Sunday 23 February 2020

Ailing on

As he ran out of lyrics,
he spiked a conker with toothpicks
and called the creature "AyleĆ³n,
provider of inspiraciĆ³n".
But instead of furthering the arts,
he joined the ranks of other old farts
who pose and ponder at an empty desk
about things exceedingly grotesque.

(lone.zone nilsburgh)