Dennis by Nathanael william Stolte

Looks like Charles Manson
On a 30-year- crack-run

His mouth looks like a conifer forest
Infected with Red Tip Blight

That only speaks woes &
Asks for cigarettes

When he walks
He leans back
At an unnatural angle
Like he may fall

I think he’s been
Falling for decades

Caving-in like a
Jack-o-Lantern
Long after first snowfall

When I see him trudge
The frozen streets
A gruesome smile
Blooms

He’s still alive

But I wouldn’t exactly call it living

Nathanael William Stolte

Nathanael william Stolte is a Madcap, D.I.Y., Punk-Rock, Buffalo-bred and corn-fed poet. His work has been published via online journals across the US and Canada. His poems have appeared in print journals in the N.E. United States and he is the author of four chapbooks.

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