ICU
all night the bells and whistles letting us all know
death is just around a corner
she see us in our blue and white hospital gown
ass to the wind//fuck off world//
and it's never beautiful
tubes probes and all manner of violation
bring me cedar and spruce maybe a can of gas
a blow torch and a bottle of gin
i’m on the ground Low lower than that Buried
beneath all the decades and regret
i wear this battle like a shawl
i am mist and disappear then reappear
pacing the halls Walks to the car
for my flask for Hashish for sanity
Gods help me i can’t do this
i drift or sing through time zones
perhaps tomorrow i will speak or move
i have become granite submerged at flood tide
i cry and the nightjar comes
i can lay here for hours days seasons one million chapters and still not see a waning
or have an understanding of why the Angelica fades too quickly