What am I supposed
to do
juxtaposed between
living and dying
between a sheet and a shroud
The Dr. blew the whistle
it's the:
End of the line Madame
Game Over
Checkmate
Stopped dead in my tracks
Comin' to a screeching halt
kickin' the bucket....
Where shall I wait?
in bed
on the couch
perched in a tree?
Can I drink beer
eat blue cheese
Who will keep me
company
as I hallucinate
shit morphine dreams
nirvanically stare
Who will
believe my visions
hear my sins
wipe my
dribbling secrets
Who can Witness the
switch off
I wait
in the privacy
of myself
stripped down to essence
revelations
silenced
by weakness
Gaping out the window
that has been cleaned
and polished
I watch on all fours
for my wolf...
2010 Rozanna Landavazo
Monday, April 5, 2010
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As usual. Relative, empathetic, stark, sensitive, sobering, poetic, impressive.
ReplyDeleteWowwww, your poetry is something else! You really evoke emotion. Wonderful.
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