Absinthe soothes the Heart

Sunshines, daises, butter mellow Turn this lover boy yellow!

They call me lovesick

Vitals are fine, you are mine

The needle goes in

Each prick of the needle

a blessed relief from this madhouse

Beep beep

My heart beats

Hear it sing with the sweetness

Of a thousand nightingales

An ode to your beauty

HEAR ME ROAR!

OFF WITH THESE SHACKLES

YOU HOLD ME NO MORE

Oh, how do you do, Nurse!

Your uniform is neatly starched

Pressed and ironed

With Reckitt's grace indeed!

Why, I am a national treasure after all

Mosquitos sucking me dry

Oh excuse me please

There is a fair bit of skin here

Please, do prod it too

Welcome, Doctor!

How fare thee?

With thy saw teeth

And piercing obsidian eyes

Anaesthesia has deserted your ranks

Love has robbed your banks

　

See your holy temple of science

And reason

Turn treason

I am free

My beloved awaits me

Blood red absinthe soothes the heart

Poor me, I never tire of love's tempting!

Author's Note

Have fun reading! Have a good day ahead:)
Thank you, and if you liked it, do leave a comment below:) it helps me out way more than you think:)

Reviews

[dan]

Tks, This seems to be a departure from other pieces of yours that I've reviewed. It's a lot deeper, more raw, and I mean that as a GOOD thing. The medical theme that runs throughout conjures up some excellent imagery, guiding the reader through the rough waters of the poem's suggested meaning. One thing that seems obvious to me is, the TITLE?? Ever hear the expression, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder?" Substitute absinthe, with its faux hallucinogenic properties, in for absence? Just a thought. Either way, an excellent piece; you seem to be raising the bar on your talent coming through. Keep writing, Tks! take care...dan

[Jamestown]

Killer flow! Great write enjoyed every word, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Roshan Nair]

Great write ! I loved the rhyme scheme, It was intense..the entire flow that you kept. Keep at it man. cheers :)