Bottled

Bottled 

What happened to him

He lost it so completely

As if his early work

Was written by an ex-girlfriend 

As if wearing the same look

Thirty years later 

Could bring anything back

For him, much the less, us

We still read his interviews

For some acknowledgement 

Of the betrayal; his arrogance

Never serves him here

Always promising a return to form

In his case it was never

Youthful energy

That interested

It was wisdom 

Beyond his years

That never returned

Now that he's arrived there