PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Swaying without falling,
desert eyes blank and void.
A willingness to touch the
limits of resistance.
To move off centre,
to drink strong fluids,
these are the prisons
I proclaim.

Circles drawn to
define the borders.
Crossing the lines
with impetuous feet.

Here and now,
as opposed to,
there and then.

This is what I have.

The noise of the radiation beam
as it whispers over me reminds
me of whirling bladed drones
drinking ice cream sodas
in a garbage can. 

On and on the machines go,
determined in their
electronic pathways.

Like pieces of coal,
we sit awaiting
the healing to begin.

Do we heal?
Do we assume?

We do, or at least I do.

Just for now do I aspire.
Just for now do I live.

Pillows of comfort
are impressed with
their own sort of
demanded values.

I will dress up
in my super-hero costume
and save us all.