The Power Of Trike Poem by Douglas Scotney

In his dream,
a disgusting reek,
that would by rights awaken,
was over-compensated
by another sense,
that kept him sedated
and dreaming.

He awoke to no reek.

'It may never have reeked, '
he wrote.
'What kept me asleep may have been,
in it's role as Anaesthesia,
trichloroethylene.'

Yes, Virginia, trichloroethylene:
once Trike, for short, for everyone,
but because Trike, for affection, for some,
knowing what now we know,
the short term now must be
the affectionless TCE.