30 YEARS AGO
His language is spontaneously slang with slavish saliva-
Watching beneath his own tooth’s.
What more can he appropriately appreciate when he is left with the tongues of a toothless bull dog, missed up in an unfulfilled destiny.
What is left for him to know is locked up yet again in an unknown destiny.
The ocean is wrapped round in circles of stupid destinies- watered and washed in Liquids of the dead sea; the final arbiter of death.
Fooled and unfilled is what he turned into- 30 years ago.