Jerrybaldy
04-12-2012, 09:02 PM
The hallway smells of piss
sanitised by ladies in purple uniforms,
comforted by the misery of their working day.
Elvis is singing in the day room
'In The Ghetto' echoes around the neatly arranged
wing back chairs.
A man that was once a man
sucks his thumb and rocks.
Surgical stockings
steam dry
on a cracked white radiator.
Rhubarb crumble for tea,
bingo at three tomorrow.
A visitor, a visitor,
alien memory wearing aftershave,
arrival from the sunshine.
Elvis is at the Heartbreak Hotel
absorbed in bland beige walls.
Announcements on A4
that nothing is happening tomorrow.
Edna died
3 days ago
it only just registered.
I will miss her,
she held my hand
thursday before last,
I kissed the tip of her nose,
I figure I have nothing to lose.
Today is Friday,
mashed potato day.
The sun is streaming into the day room
illuminating paperbacks and dusty air
like the libraries of my youth.
Elvis echoes the American trilogy
glory, glory,
belly of pork for tea.
It's Sunday
sleep is a sweet release
to salad days, sunshine
a cornflake breakfast with creamy milk,
possibilities,
possibilities.
Ladies in purple
make sure I am comfortable.
I apologise for dribbling,
I couldn’t help it,
I used to be somebody
but now I piss freely.
My last dinner is on my shirt
my heart is on my sleeve,
my fear is here for you to see,
I shaved a part of my chin
as you were coming to see me.
Elvis echoes, bingo calls,
for fu cks sake, set me free.
sanitised by ladies in purple uniforms,
comforted by the misery of their working day.
Elvis is singing in the day room
'In The Ghetto' echoes around the neatly arranged
wing back chairs.
A man that was once a man
sucks his thumb and rocks.
Surgical stockings
steam dry
on a cracked white radiator.
Rhubarb crumble for tea,
bingo at three tomorrow.
A visitor, a visitor,
alien memory wearing aftershave,
arrival from the sunshine.
Elvis is at the Heartbreak Hotel
absorbed in bland beige walls.
Announcements on A4
that nothing is happening tomorrow.
Edna died
3 days ago
it only just registered.
I will miss her,
she held my hand
thursday before last,
I kissed the tip of her nose,
I figure I have nothing to lose.
Today is Friday,
mashed potato day.
The sun is streaming into the day room
illuminating paperbacks and dusty air
like the libraries of my youth.
Elvis echoes the American trilogy
glory, glory,
belly of pork for tea.
It's Sunday
sleep is a sweet release
to salad days, sunshine
a cornflake breakfast with creamy milk,
possibilities,
possibilities.
Ladies in purple
make sure I am comfortable.
I apologise for dribbling,
I couldn’t help it,
I used to be somebody
but now I piss freely.
My last dinner is on my shirt
my heart is on my sleeve,
my fear is here for you to see,
I shaved a part of my chin
as you were coming to see me.
Elvis echoes, bingo calls,
for fu cks sake, set me free.