Ugly truth has many friend
inside a waiting room
and its damn hard to lie to a doctor
who has needles, poisons,
blades and scalpels at his disposal
Senga was half-alive
before they pumped her
full of legal poisons,
now she`s a half-dead regular
at the addiction clinic
where the patients talk of cancer,
heart disease, strokes,
diabetes, liver disease, alcoholism,
heroine addiction, overdoses,
and every patient is worried sick
about their diagnosis
and the only liar there
is her own doctor
who mentions lucky stars
and a very close shave
So I grew a beard
and Senga thanked the moon
and that`s how we lived
for three years,
in hospitals
bars
hotels
clinics
on park benches,
6am whiskey
and now I know
if I hadn`t left her
I would be dead
but you can cut me open right now
inject me, poison me,
probe me and slice me
every day for a year
if I could see her again
Ugly truth has many friend
inside a waiting room
Alcohol cost me mine
Comments
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Rhet, this is fantastic.
The feeling in this is fabulously bleak and it simply bleeds loss and love. We love most those with whom we've suffered. Terrific, Rhet.
al -
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hey Al,
indeed we do love most those with whom we have suffered although our suffering was mostly self inflicted,we were both (and still are) slightly crazy but together we were just stupid..we had too much in common, thats how i view that relationship now
anyway thanks for reading and for your generous comment
see you later Al
rhet
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