a respectful jab at eliot

a respectful jab at eliot.
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not with a
bang,
but a limp
right?

the beast
felt
an inescapable
hunger
pang

that lasted
through
the night.

time for
countless visions
and
revisions...?

this is the
stuff..

but no decision
or
indecision seems
good
enough....

to halt the
progress of
decline..

the molded
bread
some call divine

yet dip into
the devils
bloody wine!

and
the women...

the women
come and go...

chattering
about dead
souls like
picasso

as I
(in Silence)
sit...

(wondering
about the next
destination
I shall limp.)

j.s.h.