Uninspired

His words were smoke

Grey consonant vapor

And blurry black vowels

With slurring recollection

And passive delivery

Unfounded and defused

Madness in third person

An inarticulate crumbling

With a deflated disposition

His resigning spirit folded

On breath exhaled like dust

His pupils emptied dilating

And his dimming eyes fogged

With translucent ghost skin

His rotten roots mulched

Ungrounded by his reality

All vague reasoning faded

My muse is dead

He expired prematurely

A metamorphosis of undoing

His soul dissolved into nothing

Faux literary canonization

Unmemorialized in words

And erased.