31.7.07

of thin blood
and faint screams,
and horrible sights behind the screens.

of deluded fevers
festering amongst sores,
and frantic pleas at nerveless doors.

of alkaline emanations
and last-minute secrets,
and tears spattered on silent engines.

inside these sickly walls
these hosts house
too many
rusting bodies and mildewing souls.

9 comments:

Revealed said...

Loved the these hosts house bit. But I think it's so deep it comes out the other side.

??! said...

thankee. one but aims for catchphrases.

Revealed said...

Tsk. Don't you go hiding your light under a bushel and all that rot. Doesn't become us bloggers. You do have a way with catch phrases, even phraselets. The nerveless doors, alkaline emnations, last-minute secrets. Very nice. But over all it just got so profound that it inverted itself and became superficial. No?

??! said...

hiding your light under a bushel
now who's churning 'em phrases out?
and maybe - that's what comes of impromptuity, and refusing to edit pieces.

Revealed said...

Hmm. Methinks you're just a profound person. In fact I'd go further. One suspects. Darkly.

Anonymous said...

That piece sounds like something you wrote when you were in hospital...were you? are you?like bergman wrote persona when he was in hospital...now he is dead (sigh!)
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??! said...

uh uh. that was inspired, yet again, by eM's recent post. one is well, thank you.

Anonymous said...

you're an em fan i see, she inspires a lot of your posts.

??! said...

hum to sabke pankhe hain.