Dementia
How are you ever
Going to get out from under this?
It hunts with its nose
It is brave from lack of sleep
Onions, computers, red cabbage, loss
This tangle of things
Goes to sleep in a knot
Is that you in the picture?
Take as long as you please
Come around back now
Fierce and rambling, blasting a request
For mercy with an air horn
Pointing to an unspecified time and place
A leaflet addresses your problems
You lose your ability to use language
Thoughts stack up but cannot be forged
There is nothing to be afraid of
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
Dementia
How are you ever
Going to get out from under this?
It hunts with its nose
It is brave from lack of sleep
Onions, computers, red cabbage, loss
This tangle of things
Goes to sleep in a knot
Is that you in the picture?
Take as long as you please
Come around back now
Fierce and rambling, blasting a request
For mercy with an air horn
Pointing to an unspecified time and place
A leaflet addresses your problems
You lose your ability to use language
Thoughts stack up but cannot be forged
There is nothing to be afraid of
Request permission to use this poem