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| 'When I come out of hospital, we'll go out clubbing and show everyone the real deal.'But the next day they told him that he was paralysed and I wonder why the lies ? And as I run to and from the hospital, wishing that I could lose my way.I scarcely recognise my beautiful brother, being slowly ravaged by aids.? I find myself from pillar to post, if that is a place, anywhere I would care to be?More importantly, I find myself trapped in a time that ?I don't want to see.? This illness so inclined to punish every soul whose path it crosses, It infects their spirits if not their blood, it drags, it drags you down.? He, my beautiful brother is lying in his bed, seeming stoned, bet he wishes he were.Talking gibberish, demented or on neurological determined, proscribed drugs.? His skin paper thin, I wonder that it keeps him in, his handsome face poking out to see.Not asleep not awake, not alive, nor dead, bless him, bless him, bless me! ? He stirs and I put on my face of Fiona Smile so bright, 'Hi, babes!' and I kiss him.And he smiles back, lips sunken, and his eye's light and I clench my jaw.? 'How's it going, writing your poetry?' he asks, 'Of sorts.' reply my lips.'Write one for me, about this fucking alien living in my body, the cunt!' he laughs.? ? ? There were no bright lights, Only some dark place, alley, room, who knows, And a needle, some trick prick.Who knows. |
| Who knows.? Too bothered to care, time lacklustre, passing here, who cares.A tiny little visitor, And his invasion army, who dares.? And time lacklustre, passing there, Who cared, our other brother died, throat cut.Time to square up, time to take a look, Antibodies everywhere.Who shared?.? One two three, million, look at me, Antibody army, plain to see.Alien invasion, set to kill me, and little resistance.There were no bright lights, There wasn't someone building garbage statues This isn't ET phone home, thanks Steve, There was no Mulder's fricking flashlight David!The planet should have been labelled forbidden, You didn't beam me up Scotty, This isn't fucking science fiction, this shit is real!? ? Time passed lacklustre, the invasion went to plan.Four, five, ten million grew, times five score more.No resistance.? I do not feel myself.I think it's my health, something living inside of me. Has become me, I have no voice, My limbs won't move, The pain is everywhere, Not least in the eyes of those I love, Please leave me, leave me! Goodnight, sleep tight. |
| I think it's my health, something living inside of me. Has become me, I have no voice, My limbs won't move, The pain is everywhere, Not least in the eyes of those I love, Please leave me, leave me! Goodnight, sleep tight.? ? ? I wished I could take him clubbing, even in his new wheelchair, we'd show everyone the real deal.His eyes would dance, because his legs just don't work, maybe not even his arms.? Every time I see him I fear it is the last, and still I must, even though I hate to come home and cry.Even though I despair, I want to be there, holding his skeletal hand tightly yet gently in mine.? Even though I know he lives, I despise the day, when I won't know, because he won't.Non responsive, so much morphiene, bet he'd rather have some smack, or clickerty crack.? I kiss him goodbye, lingering close, to reassure him; that I'm okay.He knows I'm not.I read him the lament again and he cries, tears of joy and sorrow, and wishes to be free.? ?And selfishly so selfishly so do I. And this makes me cry, tears of rage, at me, so selfish again I feel.I kiss him goodbye again, touch him as much as I can; he is no leper!In his veins the aliens do not rule.His love for me and mine do.I love you Rod, and thank-you. |
| I love you Rod, and thank-you.Fiona smilex |
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