Anaesthesia Poem by David Keig

Anaesthesia

Rating: 4.8


Needle sliding in the vein
Clenching fist - now clench again
Stiff starched sheets on spreading bed
Tastes of almonds in the head
Counting down - four, three, two, one
And - happy - kiss oblivion.

Monday, April 25, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: happy,kiss
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