Morphine Dreams.

I worte these in hospital, I was on a lot of morphine, ive not changed what I wrote.

Morphine Dreams

as the gentle buzz numbs you from the exestential dread

the little dread inside you consumes you from the feeling of being dead

Tea!

the still quiet tricks the mind to slumber

bodies placed amoung the clicks and the whirs and beeps

await the clattering rumble

mouths salavating

in anticipation of the brown wonder

that with cheery repast

will bring forth tea!

the art of quiet

like a grapefruit on a diet

The title fails me

his manner impailes me

his apparent air assails me

feel better about your self

grow down.

but to ask

but to ask

the nose of truth ever searching for wonder

the nose passes by this number

be he well

be he still in dread

be he walking

full and fed

my hope is for the later

to this nose

tis amother matter!