#palliative
dear doctor i'm dying
i have a proposal
resuscitate me please
bring me back with ease but
over and over
teasing feline with my death
and i'll do my part
over and over bothering myself off the drop
jousting toward the afterlife
you tugging me back
a firm grip on my Achilles keel
resuscitate please
re ***** me from my dips in the pools
and for my part i'll bring back “the goods”
i can rescratch your scriptures for you
such wisdom and memories
dip me in again and again
and I can describe it all to you :
how god feels ?
i can prescribe you with first kisses
furious details of value
as i regurgitate into life
i can lax out the code
for you to gurgitate on in study
in spools of telegraphic ticker tape
to figure and stew on
in your own beady time
whilst
finally
i wallow in my last deflate
and then finally plop
content into the knowledge
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
i put down the disinfectant
rung liquid from a cloth
she calls it anointing the floor
she’s trying but
even this close to death
she has no view on god
and can’t science much afterlife
cancer has ridden up her
and surpassed her pelvis
she just wants a view
thats not a hospital room
a place where she feels okay
to receive final visits
but no facility will take her
till her doctors agree
upon her approximate end date
i continue disinfecting her room
whilst we discuss neat ideas
about 'what happens next'
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
within a coma of mouth crept at by thieves
hooked away the woe-ing jewels of his teeth
his face loaved in upon the calcified essentials
(soft claw featured like a boxing glove)
and the desert reclaims
live mummification of the whole arresting body
proclaimed a priest-ful stickman
other realms visit this hospital bed
mothering away gifts in honour
bowing whilst backing they withdraw
his vitality
- peaceful veils
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC
respiring corridors
interior hospital night
outside
silenced
the winter
away facing
patient pacing
in palliative care
for the age-ed out expiring
iterations of ejecting death
darkly dressed haggy wet breaths
beds engaged
berths of great ferment
corridor ; raked in
corridor ; ridden out squalling
a patient who has yet to reach
the concluding condition of his fellows
bellows
'Shut The **** Up'
mad for sleep
he's lost compassion
The corridor labours on
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC