Hanging on to Life, Sanity and whatever else it is that makes me straggle to the hospital at 5.00 am five days a week, and work in the ER every sixth night, spend my weekends reading till I can't bear to read even poetry. Musings from the bedside.


Coelomic Musings I

Red is a chameleon,
from alarming blue
to malevolent black.

Sunset dangling in plastic bags
like silicone promises,
side-effects unknown.

Six hundred pounds
of dappled corpulence
kisses my senses
wide awake with the
benediction of blood.




Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-10-11 at 05:57

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