Once while I sat in
The arm folds of my comfortable chair
Watching the sprawling
Shuffle and shuttle
Of bills on bills
Mainstream
Ushered though my mail-slot
One on the other
Following all else
From beyond
And in the center end
A strange envelope
Either a great profit
Or for fear
Of owing more than
I can hardly collect
Eyes retracting
Filled with confident fear
Anxiety the lust
Approaching it
Taking in one hand
Tearing it's head off with the other
Only to reveal
Garbled languages from
The doctor's world
As science in medicine has discovered
For the sole haver am I
Of a most unique sort of
Blood
In necessary sense
As I toss it down among the piles
In thoughts
Collected
Who cares for what I am?
Sitting back in the arms of my chair
My mind drifting far away
Into a comatose sleep
Until the next day
Author notes
Inspired by Subtle's "Mercury Craze"
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You know this is something, i liked it, keep it flowing my friend, keep it flowing
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Lovely, as usual for you poetry. I like the flow, worried, rushed, panicked, but slow with hesitation.
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nice one, i thought you would take it in a different direction, but i liked just as well.
and i didn't get bored with it right away.
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