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.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist