This is not my post on collage — that has yet to come. Gremlins like embarrassing me in public!
Concocted for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #71
He saw the world in geometrical shapes.
Tuesday was a triangle. His dog a hexagon.
He was never sure why the ganglia in his brain
became delinquent, and streetwise.
He took up smoking cheap cigars and hanging with even cheaper women.
His lust was a charnel house; implosive and near nuclear.
His need for creepy sex extended into his geometrical shaped world.
During the autopsy, the coroner found extensive ragged brain tissue seeping into his destroyed geometrical perspective.
Thus, he had descended into an irregular bracket-less unshaped hell.