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Prone

no ruin can come to me

my status is fully secure

parameters are normal

air-supply made secure

 

warm feelings suffusing

my body and its pain

voices echo far away

fever roasts my brain

 

images memories of old

before me life's flashing

re-living old times amid

a future thats crashing

 

all I have is in thoughts

vegetable activity level

limbs still ...

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Masks And Whiskers

half-dead they do linger

machines tinkle and purr

medics swathed in plastic

distressed humans a-stir

 

beneath ICU wards and

amid odd cavities galore

smaller fauna breathes

distant the muffled roar

 

who considers the mice?

they live in hospital too

a big enough challenge

without this virus stew

 

if you listened carefully

on dozing wards at night

...

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We've Never Had Water Here Anyway

As originally published with Clay Literary's Raven: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/design-a-stunning-blog

 

‘Neath the blistering heat, California poppies cast

themselves to the hillside sun as wayward children

 

start to lose their breath, as you now fight for yours,

running to chase the summer blues away.

 

The young and old all begin to fail; heatwaves

take the lun...

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Valves

The brass band wears black arm bands

Now Ted is gone.

His lungs survived years down the pit,

He was a master of the

Piston valve but now his trumpet lies

Idle, its finger buttons at rest

The mouthpiece cold, quite free from spittle.

The air that made Ted's lips vibrate is gone,

No more the change of lip tension that varied

His vibrations giving notes of different pitch, ...

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Putrid

My lungs breathe in most of everything,

No matter the toxicity.

Some days I hold in the putrid air,

Until I'm left gasping.

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