a nurse's round
this night is high
to many
from a sublingual intoxication
spitting words of insanity
becoming the rhythm to every sound in play
left right..left... right....left..left...fell....
she stumbles
into this triumphant March....
As the sounds of Crows...locked in....LUCK???
be silent spills
down the halls....
a shout ....to a spell ....upon an Angel once as you
..Now struggles with the beast..in feast upon her streaking teeth
no one noticed...
no one cares...
no one shouts but two
"shut to fuck up"
code on code can be heard. .
white....
black smiles....whispers pray
blue dies ...pulses chills
Stop... time for your shock
But I need a charger
as the horn blows...keep alert
My only friend a sub lingual intoxication one by one we sleep....awake at one.
a nurse's round.
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What a truly unique poem. I tried to imagine this being a nurses tale type of poem, but I am certain after reading the poem multiple times that there is another meaning to the poem. Can you fill me in on the underlining theme?
The format is brilliant!
Thank you....to much to tell.