RUSHIN CAUSEMOENAUGHT (nawncents VERSE)

Trouble wants you,

bad.

An equation that just can’t be

had.

Eastern European man holds a secret, what do you

have?

A distraught thought; a fear the cat’s been let out the

bag.

The night nurse showed up but forget to bring his

badge.

Electronic components, do you know your Russian? Where do you

stand?

Interdepartmental suspects sent up an immediate

flag.

 

Check out time is 10:30pm, that’s always been the

case.

Maybe if we calibrate the cameras, we can get a look at his

face.

If the Russian Cosmonaut’s dead, then he’s naught; there’s no

trace.

Radiation treatment in the penthouse; coma ward could’t keep

pace.

The tinker-toys of scientific boys brought us to a new

stage.

Been thinking too linearly, making it difficult to give

chase.

After all the “oh no” and “don’t know” we somehow felt less

safe.

Reviews

[KAREN]

Intresting and powerful write!

[roarke]

yeah, me an' trouble are like this....

That's the trouble with the world these days, terminal linear and literal thinking... it's scares the hell out of me. Besides, safety is a relative term now isn't it...

Enzo, your stuff is a literal blast! Like playing pinball or pachinko with words that free form concepts and images like playing with a glob of mercury.... I think this verse comes from translating Italian into Russian and then into English...
a phalanx of frivolity to be sure.
Fun read.

[Poetic Beauty]

Not quite sure what to think of this one. I have lost your meaning in this somewhere but that is a "me" issue. I love the use of medical terms. I use to work at a hospital so in my mind as I read this I was picturing a hospital late at night. Hospitals are kinda creepy at night. The imagery is great and the flow is easy to follow.