Passing Out

This injured head appears to pose
some simple questions.
Is this head what gave rise
to the fall to the floor?
Did the fall give rise
to the pills?
Did the pills give rise
to the cure that gave rise
to my thanks
to the fall to the floor
that sent me questioning?
A head asks questions of itself.


(Nov 2021)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Sambourne Avatar
December 18, 2021 at 6:46 AM
Hello Andrew, I enjoyed this jar within a jar quandry regarding an injury + cure. Very original + imaginative poem. Hope that you are well. Thanks to your fine piece, I now need to take my neglected pills. Cheers, Brian
John Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 2:13 AM
Thanks, Brian. Yes, I did indeed have a fall off a library stool, visit to a hospital, some magic pills.
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