my art deteriorates
morphs into prosaicness
the mind is barren
eclipsed by sterility
fecund only in oblivion
my mouth
open
welcoming flies that thrive
in my inner decay
in decadence
i continue to wallow
undead
i remain disconnected
out of touch
as remote as
my autistic blankness
merc gabriell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-all-means-write-a-title-2/
