"vertigos" poems
A heart that’s filled up like being buried alive |
“Occupational hazards” that slowly poison you |
Bruises getting sourer than
an astronaut’s vertigo |
Bruises are left to be unhealed |
Sorry, Doctor! Your medicine isn’t working
Looking so sipped off and drained
Devoid of any humanity’s stain
Thinking of drowning down
the system that’s already dead and down |
We haven’t heard from them longtime and again |
But please let me take a more cautious,
loyal approach to you all over again |
A slow poisoning of carbide, formalin
to finally having pure, clean cyanidical mayhem… |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
Peace with myself at last |
Peace with myself at last |
This is my final epitaph | my choking heartache |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more surprises please |
But still what a wonderful feelings I had I remember now |
Such a wonderful heavenly bliss it was |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC