HOLLOW
I believe it was he
who wrote The Hollow Men
so obvious
person to speak to
fighting this
emptying out
inside me
tried to track
him down
show him my words
ask why they sound
like
empty shells, receptacles,
dull and
distastefully metallic
scoured the deserts, every
academic precinct, places
of learning on
both sides of the pond
Nobel Prize man, last
I heard of him
his very words
being mouthed
magnificently by
Mr Brando, renegade
colonel
stripped of every shred
of normalcy by
anti-coloniaj war,
by now
the malaise my words
spreading paragraph
by paragraph
turned exponential
a death pallor already
so far down the line hardly
worth talking about.
poems 2 die for 