In My Chalk Aquarium Awake Poem by Francisco Reichd'Almeida

A septicemic blur
As a sweating rake
Folded my hands
In whites and reds
On the hospital wing

And kept me awake

Flowers they did
Sown in nightmares
For Hell's sake
They may carefully sing
Around manicured beds
Like a Hell's weed

And kept me awake

In my aquarium
Bulbs were growing
From private flowerbeds
Chalk brains knowing
At a throbbing rate
Whilst bobbing their heads
At everyone and everything

And kept me awake

Undressed and ready
At a moment's spur
Or was it at my notice
White was spreading
As my eyes would shake
Or was it it my hands
Blood that was flowing
From time before

And kept me awake

To stay lucid
With nothing to be said
And everything soulless
With the world silent dead
A few instants more
Seemed a good idea

But it never worked
The way I imagined
Always some light
Managed to be lit
As ropes tight
Kept me imprisoned

Brilliance only filtered
Laced with words
And always
Swords in silence
Smiles about to start
Behind closed doors

Did kept me awake