Humour Failure, Crown is Passed

forehead crumples as the wit fails to form,
eyebrow bends on furrowed temple,
cogs rust and shudder inside weary mind
stuck under broken umbrella damp with sodden ramblings,
once so eloquent,
now hackneyed,
wizened by over-zealous actions, anxious
thoughts forced from forefront, from stacked shelves
of clouded genius.
humour failure, crown is passed,
shaking, swerving shadows of former glory
aching, creaking, verbal crisis -
ruins of a fortress built on the foundation of
rapport.