Charlie Chaplin's Dead

Imagine fundamental 
Sepia rust and 
Arms intertwining 

Old-fangled 
Content era 
And that eye 

Look! And this 
Woman with 
Eyes like 

A baby deer! 
And even the 
Frill dress 

With more 
Integrity...the pupils 
So fixed with 

Some aspect love's 
Bull's-eye. A different 
Era when a 

Girl named 
Maria would 
Scissor their 

Gizzards to light- 
House your 
Faith. 

Today, 
We do meetings my 
Name's blank and I'm blank... 

And giddy as 
We fuck ruin 
Each other. 

Troubled by toasters, 
Thumb tacks, and 
Quixotic digitals. 

Charlie Chaplin's 
Dead.


Kemal Faruquee Copyright