07-06-2013, 09:41 AM
"Still a Caterpillar". (First edit)
Slumped in a dimly lit corridor, the world
was I, sinking into the shoulder of atlas.
Diagnostic fallout wets my face, lips
salty from a leaky dermal dam.
Self-induced exorcisms at sunrise,
holy water fountains in padded naves.
I play the role of Uriah Heap,
to keep the skeletons dancing free.
Blue, you took to me like a serenade:
a rising fog, kissing the storm clouds;
moving to the music of fairy tales,
requiems, and black moorish night .
Now you have an answer, she whispers,
placing a pill in my hand, a mop at my side.
Though healing is bitter to the tongue,
soon the Renoir becomes a linear Eakins,
the Water Music a C sharp Prelude.
"Still a Caterpillar" Original
I sat in the corner of the corridor
Crying eternal tears.
The janitor came to mop them
Up, as if a dog just sprayed
On the floor.
They said twenty laps around
The circular hallway was a mile.
I never tried to walk it.
Besides, the Ativan and Haldol
Make the effort of counting
Nearly impossible.
Some pretty nurse interns try to
Pry me from my coma.
They wanted me to play a board
Game with them.
They might try to get to know me.
New shame
Everyone gets to leave
With a new label.
Some people get re stamped.
I seek a better bargain than that.
There are new engineers working
On the machinery.
Self-induced exorcisms happen daily.
Sometimes the holy water feels
Like my own sweat.
What do they care if I'm playing the
Role of Uriah Heep.
We're all skeletons dancing
In the mud.
Slumped in a dimly lit corridor, the world
was I, sinking into the shoulder of atlas.
Diagnostic fallout wets my face, lips
salty from a leaky dermal dam.
Self-induced exorcisms at sunrise,
holy water fountains in padded naves.
I play the role of Uriah Heap,
to keep the skeletons dancing free.
Blue, you took to me like a serenade:
a rising fog, kissing the storm clouds;
moving to the music of fairy tales,
requiems, and black moorish night .
Now you have an answer, she whispers,
placing a pill in my hand, a mop at my side.
Though healing is bitter to the tongue,
soon the Renoir becomes a linear Eakins,
the Water Music a C sharp Prelude.
"Still a Caterpillar" Original
I sat in the corner of the corridor
Crying eternal tears.
The janitor came to mop them
Up, as if a dog just sprayed
On the floor.
They said twenty laps around
The circular hallway was a mile.
I never tried to walk it.
Besides, the Ativan and Haldol
Make the effort of counting
Nearly impossible.
Some pretty nurse interns try to
Pry me from my coma.
They wanted me to play a board
Game with them.
They might try to get to know me.
New shame
Everyone gets to leave
With a new label.
Some people get re stamped.
I seek a better bargain than that.
There are new engineers working
On the machinery.
Self-induced exorcisms happen daily.
Sometimes the holy water feels
Like my own sweat.
What do they care if I'm playing the
Role of Uriah Heep.
We're all skeletons dancing
In the mud.