unplugged

[(Wordy)]

when they pull out the drugs
what remainder?

what the fuck is left in me?

here in the raw bed
with no exits
air soured by puke

steel-cold & sleepless
fingers heavy with days

those ghosts
saw me again
will prob. report me

figured I had 2 more tricks
with the doc
before I'd have to hunt another

she soothed me up
until she switched to x-ray specs

the docs all switch eventually

what now?
stab my teeth with a pin?

so locked in the bed
but brain bounces out
running the city steam-alleys
to cut a repair deal

ever try a sprint lying down?
it's exhausting

& the stories I hid in the city
have scattered, escaped into films

my ideas their goldmine

someone hail me a hearse
bonehand on the wheel

throat's already gone



(c) Stu Hatton 2007
http://wordyness.blogspot.com/2007/05/unplugged-2007.html

 

[New]

Oh my. This poem rings true with me.

when they pull out the drugs
what remainder?

what the fuck is left in me?

This part is what hooked me right in, only because I've been there so many times before.

 

[colicolo]

this line drew me in so well

steel-cold & sleepless
fingers heavy with days

another fantastic write wordy.

 

[(Wordy)]

Thanks guys... I figure this is one of the better things I've written recently. It's still relatively fresh though; I think it needs some development, but I'll let it stew for a little while before I begin tampering. In the meantime, feel free to critique.