Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist
These Spartoli that bend my will anew
as Dunning-Kruger pays my due
Judging keen resentments new
bottle job fish and watered stew
barked about by grammar phone
cut clipped wings of sullen slain
playing lives thrown on the throne
repeats my soul’s soft silk refrain.
wink wow or flutter ferrographs
catching our past and public views
spilled stale stouts and watered halves
giving me sound new jobs to do.
split boots and shoes, strips and bits
wearing them even if beyond their fits.