gamma raise, beater - part icicle

drinking calor gas
and smoking coffee grounds
living life dangerously
in dreams
it seems
ludicrously
real but sounds
so crass

listening to a UV light
crackle in my red eyes
awake
for days
in the haze
just a mistake
it’s no surprise
living in the night

absorbing gamma rays
and eating icicles
to sustain
this death
no breath
only circles
and pain
beating these days

©2005 Hey Hey

I can discern this poem is based on actual pain, yet you have turned it into pleasure, at least for those who read; for those who write, as we know, the matter is a little more complex. But I am appreciative of both your experience and what you make of it and give to us who read.

I am rather reminded by this poem of my own just posted about having a seizure this morning; we might as well write though we cannot right these things.

Love to you from me across the sea,

+Stevie

Ohhh, I love it. That first line, specifically, kicks it off on such a strong note.
The way you wrote it is awesome.


misty..