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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