Hospital AnticsA Poem by Ephialtes JonesFriendly faces are no help, but numbness is the kiss of the angels.Drift a lifelong naked mind-maze, Ride a capsized infection Data undertow with teeth beneath the tide. Frigid blue injections In the radical-soaked vein. Red-circle me and call me a mistake.
Check my voided aspirations, Liquidation of a hope-mass. Giggling poison with an apple-shaded cheek. Putrid white deception On the crimson-spangled bed. Hand-label me and tell me I am cured.
Falling homeward. Calling backward. This or thatward? Life must die.
© 2009 Ephialtes JonesAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 11, 2009 AuthorEphialtes JonesXanaduAboutWhat it is to be tortured inside. I am momentary and eternal. You could be me if I were not. Who's victories did hell and I exterminate? Whatever sand that formed me is from the bottom of a dry well. .. more..Writing
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