"chloroformed" poems
Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room,
I play the father to a brace of boys,
Ailing but apt for every sort of noise,
Bedfast but brilliant yet with health and bloom.
Roden, the Irishman, is 'sieven past,'
Blue-eyed, snub-nosed, chubby, and fair of face.
Willie's but six, and seems to like the place,
A cheerful little collier to the last.
They eat, and laugh, and sing, and fight, all day;
All night they sleep like dormice. See them play
At Operations:- Roden, the Professor,
Saws, lectures, takes the artery up, and ties;
Willie, self-chloroformed, with half-shut eyes,
Holding the limb and moaning--Case and Dresser.
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Sometimes I never think about you
but then there are times when I do.
You came and went
in a month of spring madness
like a butterfly
squandering it’s exotic life
in a colorful three day rush.
I do not want to be
a collector
of chloroformed wings.
Then I think about you,
and sometimes I do.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
The formation of my mind is
slowly being chloroformed
within a blanket of fumes
I struggle to expel my meanings
There slowly going numb
like a reflection diming.
I write a sentence in the sand
but its just gets washed away...
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
Dumpster back alley
Just about dark
Watching the gym parking lot
I know exactly where she parked
I hear the parking light timer click
I took all the other lights
So only one light comes on
Chloroformed rag so she doesn't fight
Last car in the parking lot
Here she comes in work out wear
Long dark hair, white smile
I'm going to love to strip her bare
Looking through her bag for keys
I creep up behind her silent
I say hello, go to use my rag
But she suddenly becomes violent
Hits me with her bag
Judo chop into my neck
Grabs my arm and breaks it
Dumbfounded, what the heck
She shoves my own rag in my mouth
To sleep I go quickly
Didn't realize she was a black belt
When I wake up, I'm in jail in the city
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC