MAKEMKOV'S MUSE.

[dadio]

Makemkov had a sudden
Thought while sitting on his bed,
Having a smoke, gazing out
Of the window at the new

Apartments across the way,
Where some young dame was slipping
Into something light and cool,
Unknowing that he gazed like this

On other days, the thought he
Had disturbed the sexy sight,
The image becoming blurred
Into another lustful

Smudge, he was going to be
Dead one day, the thought revealed,
Unclean or not so, he did
Not know, but die he would, he

Neither grand nor good, his death
Would come as all deaths came, each
With its owner’s borrowed name.

[dadio]

Old poem of mine revived.

[jim turner]

each
With its owner’s borrowed name. Good ending there. Makemkov has to be a play on words--so, help!

[dadio]

No, hidden agenda here, Jim. I just name whatever comes to mind. Thank you for reading.