Tumor Consciousness
Tumor consciousness
Tumor of the bloody brain,
lays me low and causes pain,
consciousness does slip an slide,
other lifetimes can't decide
which one is the self?
Leap aboard a ME109,
here are coming British swine,
tracers bouncing past just fine,
weave a little, stick back, smile,
never mind the Hitler heil,
inverted v12 thrumming,
climbing,
mein gott im flying.
Shake n shiver tremor over,
see the brown snake in the clover,
coming between she and me,
4 year old I bloody be,
biteys ,
grab Diana she be 2,
up the stairs to tell mum, too,
perhaps i'm getting older,
blinking with a flash of pain,
black and red and blue insane,
bloody big **** are a pain,
they are dragging down me shoulders,
who is that drooling jerk,
snickering a piece of work,
cod kick soon drops the perp,
i'll have fun when I get older?
Blinking twice, I look around,
fog is covering the ground,
sword or pistol is the call,
checking for a musket ball,
back to back the taste of gall,
and then we are a pacing,
10 is called we come about,
bullet sears my ear and mouth,
got his shoulder pain no doubt,
debt settled, pulse is racing.,..
old an grey I wait for death,
incontinence pads, piddle bags bereft,
at 5am they're coming,
to shave and shower they're humning,
but under the bed i'm strumming,
enjoyment in it yet,
invisible-becoming.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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