Wednesday, 3 December 2025

#2166 - fantastic voyage

 



2166

6.337

4.xii.25

fantastic voyage

with ancient feet and countenance

 

looking for you in the hospital

 

for a rumoured inspection I guess

 

the lights all night and the torture beep

 

routine how no one knows

 

reception’s on the 27th floor

but where’s the lift?

 

along corridor, up slope, down

forget where you were sneaking

doors alarmed one must not pass

 

mostly it’s forbidden

 

they patch the blue from windows

carpet is running away

 

on a drip

and the words grow longer

words team up till there’s no cure

 

it’s triage to eternity

scan today

and there’s your risk

 

police chain you to a bed and watch

 

no one knows the floors between

they keep the virus there

and feed it

limbs lost, my pus, yours

 

it’s been decades but you want to smoke again

 

some have washed their hands away

 

and what are you in for?

 

listen!   that’s the fine print

 

forbidding, as if matron

we all do as we’re told

 

and take this pill – it’s Christmas

 

sirens, a flat line

CLEAR and CLEAR

 

death’s round every corner

park here – you won’t get out

that’s life’s raison d’être

 

bring me my paper and my pen

the arrow wish and needle, fire

 

I dream this all night

(and highly combustible)

 

I haven’t found you yet

 








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