His eyes are dull,
yellow, sometimes red.
His beard is white,
uncut, unwashed.
He has given up the papers
and the pen, but not
the bottle, his pain reliever
since time out of mind.

He makes his own wine
and damns the wine of older poets.
He murmurs every now and then
some intelligent lines
and still wishes not
to write them with
dead fingers.
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chizoba

chizoba

February 9, 2016 - 20:59 Wonderful, i loved every single line
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

February 9, 2016 - 22:08 I am deeply touched by your comment, Chizoba.
LUIS KAY

LUIS KAY

February 11, 2016 - 12:14 Lorenzo...wonderfully woven piece.. and delivered so effotlessly
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

February 11, 2016 - 20:43 What a wonderful comment, Luis, thank you.

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