his inspiration utters a
rattling sigh as he sits
on a rock in a yellowed forest.
there is an imprint on his palm
of a dancing skeleton
with a stupid top hat. it is
ingrained from prolonged clutching
of a drained flask.
he grins slightly
missing teeth
amused at mosquito's attempts
to penetrate cracks and islands on his face
dried
like mud.
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Written September 16th, 2004
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Charles is one of my favorite authors - This was about him right? :-)
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