Charles Monroe


Monster's Ink - Poem by Charles Monroe

If I could write words that would make you feel less
Novocain couplets alas would have merit
All that in vain had been writ incoherent
No longer meaningless swallows of vinegar.

Teaspoons of morphine warm penicillin
Mandarin, mango, papaya and lemon
Cure you of ills with papered mate quills
Wiping our asses with hospital bills
If words I've concocted could lessen the aches
Finally I’d rid of the paragraph breaks
I would choose wisely when to commit
Separate words from venom and spit.

If words would suffice to lessen the malady
Requiems never had bidden your family
Rusty Gillette's of Orange fermented
Angora blankets, hours of velvet.

Terminal Illness painfully pure
Something you'd never had to endure
If only my words could provide you the cure;
But since they are reach-less,
Tonight I am speechless.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

For Theodora.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 14, 2013


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