Fishing with broken line.

You looked the same,
younger even,
still that look,
still the hook,
rusty dangling from the corner of my mouth,
you did`nt see me,
he did,
younger,handsome,not so uncouth,
much more cool,not such a fool,
with musical taste not frozen in space ,
like Walt Disney`s face,
i`m the living Cryogenic dream,
the human face of Halloween,
as the tidal hourglass starts to ebb,
spectral spiders destroy my web..