as i grow old,
in days, disparate
from a
squander-ed youth

i lose my tusks.

wisdom, ripped away
in younger times
left me with clicking
lopsided grin.

but,
now the years,
have chipped and ground
away any,
intimated soupcon of,
 scintillating, sensibility
and clarified inhabition.

clear incised & cutting thought process...
transformed to be
dull pointing,
half-remembered
things.

no longer chewing elephants,
by ontological bites.
now...down to *******,
the marrow from within.

with a vacant and
gummy smile.