I couldn’t think of anything to write today so I asked a good friend to give topics. Out of some joking responses came the following.
Trembling hands hold the feathered quill
A mottled splotch of liver spots
Juxtaposed by gray rotting flesh
Movement expressed in jerks and spasms
A flash of blood red ink on the page
In which all pattern is not apparent
Alabaster palms smear the page
White knuckles wrap and tap the desk
Subtle moans betray the undead author
as does his malodorous decay
A glance at his cacophonous prose
Shows his work shall not see the light of day.