(no subject)
SEMPHANIA(LE PAPILLION)
There's just enough
blood between my thighs
To remind me of how
I once entertained you....
Now I lay here
(Without you)
Nearly lifeless
Betwixt two pillows
(Death beckons me with a dull razor
It glints dim and forceful
Aided only by
Tired eyes
And curtain filtered
Moonlight)
"Must I die, let death slay me sharp and quick!"
The logical cry to
Faded hospital walls
But if I must die, I pray
"Let me linger long"
(It's but a whisper
Swallowed whole by
Silences of yore
Which echo ruthlessly
All throughout
This floor's corridor)
"So I may love you," I continue
Undeterred
"'til fate and futile therapy
Usher me, (emotionlessly)
From this world"
For you I will fight
Until my final gasping breath
I have always honoured our promises
and this will be no exception
(Even if this promise
Proves to be my
Last)
These sheets are unforgiving
And the table tops glisten
Cleansed once
Then cleansed again
Cleansed to the point where
I don't dare
Defile them
With groping, groggy fingers
Searching for
A late night glass of water
(My throat will remain
Dry, parched and cracking
Until the first throes of mourning)
Surrounded on all sides by
The strong stench of ammonia
The various substances with which
They molest the linoleum
Have exterminated your dusty footprints
Which once formed a circle around my bed
(Emotional genocide)
And the bed spread is immersed in soapy water so often
My skin no longer smells of your flesh
(You see, they've covered all of the bases...)
My breakfast tray lays
Impatient and
Still flowered
Atop my bony legs
It is a pity it's taken the near
Throes of death
To finally assist me in
Losing weight
A shame that I have once again obtained
The shape I enjoyed during our first
Few days
Just to be the grand propreiter of
A plastercine epidermis and
Cactus legs
A rotting cervix
And a skull
Smooth as an
Eightball
If the nurse hadn't been looking yesterday
I would've hoisted you right on to the bed
A possible cure of kisses
A kiss
To soften the always imposing
Presence of death....
But I couldn't bear to hear her preach how
'ACTIVITY is strictly prohibited'
What she refuses to acknowledge is
I will engage myself (to you)
In whatever way I wish
Whenever I may wish it
(As long as God is merciful enough
to let me live)
Lord knows
I don't deserve it
(Semphania remains
Eerily absent)
Don't look so desolate, my love
So desperate, so degenerate
So dilapidated, my only one
Afterall was it not you who
Unwittingly (carelessly) fed poison
To your papillion?
There's just enough
blood between my thighs
To remind me of how
I once entertained you....
Now I lay here
(Without you)
Nearly lifeless
Betwixt two pillows
(Death beckons me with a dull razor
It glints dim and forceful
Aided only by
Tired eyes
And curtain filtered
Moonlight)
"Must I die, let death slay me sharp and quick!"
The logical cry to
Faded hospital walls
But if I must die, I pray
"Let me linger long"
(It's but a whisper
Swallowed whole by
Silences of yore
Which echo ruthlessly
All throughout
This floor's corridor)
"So I may love you," I continue
Undeterred
"'til fate and futile therapy
Usher me, (emotionlessly)
From this world"
For you I will fight
Until my final gasping breath
I have always honoured our promises
and this will be no exception
(Even if this promise
Proves to be my
Last)
These sheets are unforgiving
And the table tops glisten
Cleansed once
Then cleansed again
Cleansed to the point where
I don't dare
Defile them
With groping, groggy fingers
Searching for
A late night glass of water
(My throat will remain
Dry, parched and cracking
Until the first throes of mourning)
Surrounded on all sides by
The strong stench of ammonia
The various substances with which
They molest the linoleum
Have exterminated your dusty footprints
Which once formed a circle around my bed
(Emotional genocide)
And the bed spread is immersed in soapy water so often
My skin no longer smells of your flesh
(You see, they've covered all of the bases...)
My breakfast tray lays
Impatient and
Still flowered
Atop my bony legs
It is a pity it's taken the near
Throes of death
To finally assist me in
Losing weight
A shame that I have once again obtained
The shape I enjoyed during our first
Few days
Just to be the grand propreiter of
A plastercine epidermis and
Cactus legs
A rotting cervix
And a skull
Smooth as an
Eightball
If the nurse hadn't been looking yesterday
I would've hoisted you right on to the bed
A possible cure of kisses
A kiss
To soften the always imposing
Presence of death....
But I couldn't bear to hear her preach how
'ACTIVITY is strictly prohibited'
What she refuses to acknowledge is
I will engage myself (to you)
In whatever way I wish
Whenever I may wish it
(As long as God is merciful enough
to let me live)
Lord knows
I don't deserve it
(Semphania remains
Eerily absent)
Don't look so desolate, my love
So desperate, so degenerate
So dilapidated, my only one
Afterall was it not you who
Unwittingly (carelessly) fed poison
To your papillion?