Monday, January 19, 2015

Visiting hours



ICU

they flock around you humming
something tuneless at first
long wave whale-song rife with clicks

seeding yawning passages of silence
just this side of utter and complete
a sermon on the verge of ending

every moment of every hour
jolting me awake with nasal whoops
every time I nod off bathed

in blue light eyes 
locking on the relentless
scroll of their ragged march.   








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