Category: poetry

Blind,
Rolling,
By touch

“Oh, uh doctor?
You a doctor?”

Shock
“Come back!
I'[m]… I’m done…”

B[l]ack out

Glumly,
Insufferably,

Holes
Punched in…

Dull.

First demand,
a need,
at the bottom of
the Pacific
is, something
very  different

[a] Titan

“Never.”
I hesitate
and wonder
whether…

 

Run home!
High up in
Antarctica,
Eyes red and
Knuckles callused.

The last choice…

Look!
Legless,
[A] human guinea pig.
The rare
Exception

The last choice…

So, go
Home.
It’s rough,
[It’s] dangerous.
[And]

You aren’t allowed to pick your last choice…

 

The pleasure
Battalions,

Simply
Understand,
Are pretty
good.

They
Can cut it
Both in
Preparation
And ability.

Any idea
Why?

Because people,
Too many people,
Want
It

That’s your right,
everbody,
Male or
Female,
Have his
Right to
Pay and
Get
“Hard pushed.”

But
It is a
Highly skilled
Trade
dirty, nasty, dangerous…