- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Lot Like Pi
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I feel it
Buried deep inside
Asking questions
About life and death
Wanting solutions
Beyond my understanding.
I wasn't consulted
Not being able to speak at the time
Being comatose
What they call unresponsive
Held in limbo
Betwixt one world and the next.
I am grateful
Don't imagine I complain
Or wanted death
But strangely
I felt no fear at all
Had an odd sense of fatalism
Like playing roulette
Once the wheel spins.
Life never settles comfortably
Survivors will always ponder
That nagging problem
Why Me
Describe the magic
The spell that makes Me immortal
Though I ooze life constantly
Reoccurringly reborn
An endless equation
Wanting finality
Like pi
Every second
Of every day
Continually evolving
But remaining
Untouchable.
Waiting for the bore worm
Slowly eating her way
From one ear to the other
In a progression measured
By the dripping of faucets
Or the rustling of curtains
Almost discernible
Against the cacophony of drivel
Escaping sadly and annoyingly
From gaping mouths and minds
Surrounding My hospital bed
Like locusts in the Gobi.
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