The Power Of Trike - Poem by Douglas Scotney
In his dream,
a disgusting reek,
that would by rights awaken,
by another sense,
that kept him sedated
He awoke to no reek.
'It may never have reeked, '
'What kept me asleep may have been,
in it's role as Anaesthesia,
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.
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