July 24, 2013
Breath patterns are still stable.
Throat is still moist.
Life is still known.
Breath is still left.
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There's a choke hold to my neck
My eyes are glazed and hazy
I'm awake but not coherent
My movements seem unnatural.
Climbing from mountain tops of days
In conscious worried fashion,
IVs pulse through my arms
Stopping all bleeding aggression.
Fear has left the building
Guessing game at best
Wonder reaching rapid
Tongue still numb - what breath?
It's the Plaid that pushed my patience,
sitting right by my side
Carefree and warm exterior,
But look back- it's a mean married man!
My chest con-caved with passion
It's Laughter that makes me gag
I am, NO! not a quitter
I run but I never ran
I caused this diseased being in me,
intruding my back side
Alone I await my train
Riding slowly, conveyor rides
I'm well until I reach a 'forest'
Weeping willows rooted down.
I improv my way around
All that's really raining down
They diagnosed my condition
As [LUCID LABELED LEAVES]
Floating by on roadway
Many pushes, I collapse and grieve
The D must stand for dodge, delivered damaged goods
I need a respirator.
Oh doctor! Come take the lead!
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