Another hospital visit

Another Hospital Visit 10.12.13Love lies bleeding

Yes, I’ve said that before

But the internal wounds

They slice at hope

Shape misery. That growing thing

Mutates. A lava lamp of swelling gloom

Where-in light casts little

In the way of illumination

And all the little things

Others may say and try to do

Amounts to nought

Because inside thoughts collide

With doom. An intractable slide away

Into an awful playground

Where light and noise, crackle and spit

Dodgems crash

Internal organs slither

And laughter once evoked by the ride

Inverts and spills

Lays down a tear

Reflected in the psychedelic light

Blood red