|
|
| |
It's the Cure That Kills You
|
|
|
| |
Moving like scurrying mice undercover
the cancers that ate half of my nose for lunch
now share a rented room on the back of my head.
Where they have developed another attack plan
to eat my brains for supper.
But I have worked out one of my own plans of action;
a nutritional healthy diet consisting of raw fish
with five varieties of seaweed
followed with a bottle of rice wine, and for
whatever reason this combination when adhered to
leaves me feeling better than the recommended cure;
to cut me into little sections that are easier
for the mice to chew.
2008 ©
Ted Sheridan
|
|
User Rating: |
|
10.0
/10
(2 votes) |
|
|
|
|
| |
| Comments about this poem (It's the Cure That Kills You by Ted Sheridan) |
more comments >>
|
Click here to write your comments about this poem (It's the Cure That Kills You by Ted Sheridan)
Denis Joe (5/2/2008 6:47:00 PM)
Ted this is one of the best poems I have read on this site. The flipancy of the narrative works fantastically.
I think, from the off, you decided on a form and theme and stuck by it. For us it has paid off dividends and here you have certainly excelled. There is a great flow to this and the strength of imagery; the second line is a prime example, is incredible. |
Alison Cassidy (5/2/2008 3:48:00 AM)
Ted, this is one powerful poem. You're right, when the horizon is bleak, the ridiculous possibilities of the 'new age' seem somehow quite reasonable options. Hoping this narrative is based on fiction? love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
Read all 2 comments >>
|
|
|
|
E-mail this poem to e friend