"Continuing
IV Drip"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
06/09/09 10:40 a.m. pdt
drip, drip,
drip
tick, tick, tick
awake, breakfast, meds
a nap, sleepily revealing more dreads
drip, drip,
drip
tick, tick, tick
awake, lunch, a little non Tivo TV
and another nap, dreams of ways I wish I could flee
long slender
cylindrical tube
attached to the antibiotics in
the translucent plastic bladder
other end connected to
my very lifeblood
through the picc line protruding
from my arm
drip, drip,
drip
tick, tick, tick
dinner arrives like a forgotten friend
chow donw through the long tunnel without end
drip, drip,
drip
tick, tick, tick
like waiting for a bus that never comes
perpetually perplexed by ever circling conundrums
Poetry
2009
