your words are old

by Jason Alan

your words are old

useless and dry.

iambic pentameter


with a sigh.

your poem is doomed

it has lost its luster.

a sun-darkened sonnet

is all you can muster.

your book is dated

lacking in feeling

lying on the floor

not reaching for the ceiling.

your story is antiquated

nonsensical and drab.

six feet below

a marble slab.