MorningsA Poem by w2de35657u687y4324rf
You wake up somewhere
Between a banquet of baby-blue constellations In a nebular float parade And the black purgatory that hangs In stasis under the shower drain. Your narcolepsy has got you Into a New York pay phone booth at three A.M. You draw your clammy overcoat of denim tight around you As to make the impression of a mother's arms Whilst you lean heavily against the glass. You're singing little seraph hymns into the receiver In soprano under damp street-lights of dull white but there's a dead tone and no one's listening. You wake up somewhere And try to change your life, But you've been comatosed For eighty-five years And you've lost your sense of direction To the blue and green imps that run round And steal your polka-dotted socks. You're flinging someones clothes across the room And soaking the sweater their grandmother knitted them In vomit and other unsightly forms of discharge As to make a political statement that you've momentarily, and forevermore, forgotten. You're standing on the ledge Of their infant's nursery window With the soft blue pulsing of a clown nightlight behind you You're looking six stories down. You wake up somewhere familiar To nurses And other patrons that just don't give a f**k anymore. You recollect a thought hammered deep into a nook by medication and remember the meadows of youth that blossomed with your physical decline. You try to stand and unhook the IV from your right arm, But your legs are broken again. You wake up somewhere And try to change your life But the only ledge for you to pull yourself up on is the electrical outlet to your nutrient machine. You wake up for the final time and haul open the hospital window with your fragile old fingers to taste the night air and city streets Before you die just like before, but nevermore.
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6 Reviews Added on September 30, 2011 Last Updated on March 25, 2012 Authorw2de35657u687y4324rfTucson, AZAboutEmpty box. UPDATE: I will no longer be accepting anonymous friend requests. Please REVIEW anything of mine before sending a friend invite so that I can assess who I will be making contact with. .. more..Writing
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