Fester

He rests there alone

As the stench of stale beer tainted idleness discharges musty from the back of his throat

This place he called home

His enormity now hangs limp as it spills greasy beyond the simple chair

Indulged without consequence

Passage of time measured within the twisted tide of crippled mildewed tin

Life once made sense

This lump, this inflammation, this decaying dishevelled feckless man

Dreams now denied

Final thrusting gasp as he enters unchallenged his untimely abyss