Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it f*****g kills me.
Listless but relieved, beaming like a newborn hostage.
Orphaned by
an ambulance. I got this new black eye just for you.
Your hopeless romantic now helplessly rheumatic.
Poets grinding teeth to
powder. All my vowels are getting lost in the gauze.
Misinterpret courting for the cursing of a drooling fool.
Here's to cheap sex
and codeine in a hospital bed. And maybe I'd object, if I felt at all alive.
Everybody's dying to lay down with you. I got the order
all wrong.
I must have bumped my head. Maybe I should quiet down.
Don't bet on another blackout. I'll be all right. There's an army
at my window waiting to lose this fight.
I'm the king of this all night clinic. The f*****g champion.
Tonight we'll feast like
royalty in traction; happy and meticulous.
There's a delicate love song in this; kicked out and dripping in verse.
Go get your gun
because God won't show. He sent a poet instead.
The Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchhausen by proxy of a
muse.
Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it for an outdated tooth.
