Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Cardium (contemporary poetry P.T)

The note you left behind
sings a constant tune:
I love you
I love you
I love you.
In every chamber, the same song.

You bring me Oscar Wilde and grapes,
They replace the rotten fruit, once
Putrifying with other amputations,
Now filling the air with malignant smoke.

Scarred tissue sulks
Like a battered grapefruit.
My feelings are constipated, while
Doreen, in the next bed, waxes lyrical
As she shits through the eye of a needle.

This is a 'silly', while I think of something better suited :o)

No comments:

Post a Comment