The projector sits defunct
Its archaic
Haunches fit where the floor is slumped
Haunting stitches of unfinished spray paint degrade its punked
Visage of a by gone age tagged by a mosaic
Of ragged designs left behind undefined by a verklempt
Serpent with a severed purpose— remaining stumped
So I described the scribes of this infant mind and thus debunked
His intent to be perfect on the material surface
With rhymes on blue note pad lines taped to the precipice
Of his trail of pale and transparent messages—
Overshadowed by the small, solid, words of mine