There’s not much left here anymore,
just wooden panels on the floor
And comics split across the bed,
with open mouths and nothing said
to break the still, so silent clocks
watch gravestones: chiseled, polished rocks.
A challenger appears, in the form of brilliant wordsmith, slam genius and fellow Loud Poet, Freddie Alexander. Check out the original poem on his shiny new blog, along with more gems in the vein of poetry and literary musings! http://deepgremlin.wordpress.com/2014/06/21/lyric-no-1/