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The recovery room

Member since 2004 · Posted 29 Jul 2004 · 2 comments

Bloody eyes pleading Anemic hands reaching out Paper thin bloodless bodies Lifeless Pungent smells of life giving spirits Putrid smells of death defeated spirits Old blood on sheets, old wounds on him Tangerine hair, swollen tummies The illusion of health and food full bellies Desperate eyes hungry lips thirsty souls Starving for replenishment Still clinging to survival, clamoring for salvation The smell of death I met miles outside Inside, the look of death I couldnât abide

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[5] Bachus 29-Jul-04/10:18 PM Reply

The Kitchen ( A Free curse) By Capt. Napkin

Fat eyes pleading
Plump hands reaching out
Obese gravy stuffed dumplings
Lifeless
Pugeot smells of life drinking spirits
Plummish smells of deaf defeated pots and pans
Old crapes on sheets, old flour on him
Nectarine hair, bloating rumps
"The illusion of health and food full bellies"?
A cornucopia of...Corn...
Starving for pop
Still clinging to aluminum, clamoring for salt
"The smell of death I met miles outside"?
Inside, the Kitchen gleamed with new dishes to break my momma tongue against like a wounded
seal on the dingy of infidelity, and a filthy
floor.

[5] god'swife 3-Aug-04/5:11 PM Reply

Great title, rough-sketch poetics. The 12th & 13th lines are tops without the 'Still'up front.

"C.... to s...., c... for s...".

Though the title csught my eye, it does not jive with the poem. Where's the recovery? Looks like death to me.