Keegan McInroe

crept into every fibre
posted up and took over
sluggishly drove discipline
right out the seventh story window
grinned grinning at the
sprawling corpse below
yawns takes a drink
inhales deep the medicine
gorges on hours of days
gorged on days of weeks
fat on years of life
hungry still and always
patting a grown growing ponch
sleepy and stupid
oozing platitudes
reeking stale molding
imperceptible inchings
up into the coffin
shut tight the lid
for the rest in it
now sleep
dreamless