The 19th Century Writer
The fire incinerates cedar, coal and cabbage cores
Underweight cats chase underweight mice into the underweight walls of the underweight house
Beeswax stalagmites glow tiny amber halos of hope
Syphilis gently nibbles on brain matter as the mind attempts to decrypt the chaos
Suddenly his fingers stop hitting the typewriter keys
He tears off the page and scribbles with a quill
He holds up his prose and posterior sketch
As his hands lower the page
He raises his head
THE BAND KEPT PLAYING WHEN THE TITANIC SANK. WOULD YOU KEEP PLAYING IF YOU WERE GONNA DIE TOMORROW?
24 hours to live. Better get home and draw an ass.
Imagine the sound when the band hit the water