His desk waits
in the corner of his mind,
where a sharpened pencil
waits
above a clean page.
~
But the teeth
of forgetfulness
have already bitten
before the right margin
has been reached.
~
His verbs
hang
somewhere between
memory
and silence,
forgetting
how to proceed.
~
Sentences unravel,
left unfinished,
as nouns forget
where they belong.
~
Above the desk,
in the corner
of his mind,
where the sharpened pencil
still waits,
~
the dogs of dementia
~
feed freely.
