"defib" poems
what are you addicted to?
What you on?
Oxycoton?
Percoset?
Methadone?
Vicodin?
****
Xanax
Diesel
Dope?
Krocodil?
or...
Just jack and ****
they tell me *** is dangerous...
I have nothing today
and so much things to say
Did your best friend get shot 72 times on
Thursday?
On the woodpile
or
In the passenger seat?
Wife take everything
And leave you
After 30 years?
You homeless now?
Or just broke-in.
Did Your wife die:
An intentional dose of an incidentally fatal
Dope?
Did you husband-
An engineer for Ford Motor company
Get burned alive?
black
Was it you
who
found the ashes?
Did they throw you in prison
For your depression?
You have addictions
And a little help
But no music-
Ipods
are not allowed here
and
You are grasping at existence but
existance
don't seem to know you
no-more
Your still breathing
Though
You haven't failed at existence itself
yet
Impulsive
destructive
What chemicals are they feeding you
In your cages?
T.T. has 17
medications but
she almost got killed last night
Because she's allergic
to aspirin.
Are they treating you with
Risperdal?
Or
Lamictal like me?
Is it helping-
or making it ten times worse?
making
any difference at all?
It's called practice and we are
the test-tube
Jon's heart has been in defib 8-times
twice due to accidental overdoses
by doctors
We can have too-many
anything.
I don't believe in accidents
though
no more.
seen-too many
felt-too much
You self-admitted and
at least your still breathing
this place is full of madness but here at 1-east
we're still dreaming.
pax 2013
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
152 beats without the drum
tight chest not tight pecs
that's way too much - way too much
take a ride in the wagon - needles inserted
with lights and siren - life inverted
4 days later
inserted defib to keep it slower
not working as of midnite
new peak at 205 bpm
pain relief - not yet
no sleep tonite
but still alive
maybe not the way this nite is going
Gomer LePoet...
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
Now it's all gone
Those words I was just thinking in my head.
1st step ..think
2nd ..write
Put pen to paper
My brain is fried
I forgot
Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Go have your head examined.
I did and now,
No more sounds, just
Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Teeth clenched, toes curled
Ha, if I didn't know better
Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Same look
********
That's some ***** kind of love
Strapped down, at least 5 possible
Ankles, wrist, head and
one across the chest, maybe.
No, we need to make sure her heart is free.
In case we defib ri late tor her
She must be drugged.
Stick a needle in her vein
"Relax, sweetie. You won't remember a thing".
******** that warmth from my head to my toes.
Ok, ready let's go.
Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Teeth clenched, toes bent, look her hands grasping the tool so hard.
Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
"Do you think it's enough".
"Yes, we are done".
Erasing part of me.
I jumped out of that window and ran.
Like Chief
Out of the cuckoo' s nest.
They tried to erase me.
Was I so mad?
Bzzzzz, bzzzzz.
He said I'll hold on to you. I'll go to hell with you and back. I won't let go.
I remember that. That's being loved.
A lunatic's love story.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC