Ventilator Dreams

Like you I sped up the ropes like a monkey then

Breathless we

Made mincemeat of the pommel horse but

How I envied your physique!

So ashamed that I kept my vest on, afterwards

My  matchstick legs hid in the shower.

Later I never put on an ounce or

Made a penny though

You grew rich and

Obese before the virus ran you down .

Today I heard they've put you

On a ventilator.

Will memories of schoolboy gym

Intrude on your coma?

Those bright mornings when you mocked my

Scarecrow chest?


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Mon 25th May 2020 09:27

I really like the rawness of your style and how the thoughts are displayed as erratic via the structure and enjambment. Great stuff! Thank you.

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jennifer Malden

Fri 8th May 2020 07:43

Nice one again! Better still skinny but alive!


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Thu 7th May 2020 13:15

Wow, Simon this is great. It's not often I get to the end of a poem and have to go right back to the start and immediately read it through a second time. Just enough mystery and detail to make for a fascinating read. Brilliant.

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