shaking head fumbles
gargled nothings mumbled
worth mere penny-dreadfuls
frothed from a madman's mouthful

mind crossed with jubilation
body stiffens with anticipation
accents lost in translation
accenting pure dedication
a death with no medication
no information or known cause
nor lineage left to applaud

a tick buried under the floorboards
choking back between dry heaves
attempts to spit beyond the pit lords
grisly hypocrites bereft of talent thy leave

benefits of my doubting the half-wit
pendulums toll dispelling lettered counterfeits
take another's history rewrite it to retrofit
mislabel a misfit drunken talentless twit

crossing paths serenaded with moss
cannons loaded with the fodder of loss
the poetic principle of fake balloons
the horse you rode in on will be forgotten soon

Dead before dawn, buried by noon
the honeymoon of the critically immune

So remiss
on no one's list
your name means something
on no one's lips

sang a new tune once they read in the tribune
how the tycoon who died years before they knew
having prose wrapped cocoons to metamorphose art
leaving blood-soaked memories in our tell-tale hearts