Of Pneumonia and Saturnism
I scream,I scream my pain
My pain I scream out.
At the top of my lungs,
My lungs relish
The air of your lungs
And I wonder,I wonder
Do germs become enamored
Of each other
In a second
Fertile,fecund?
Do germs fertile and fecund
Become enamored of each other ?
I fiercely seek your aura,
Hermit - in a vapid ward,
Shivering at your slight touch,
Hearkening to iron words,
Words I expected...
And I sway leaning.
Leaning against the wall
And I fall
And I cry
And I laugh
And I die.
I am not your friend.
Not my friend you are
You're not my friend
Not my friend
Not mine,
Not.
Memories confine,
Confine me to my prison
Memory-pneumonia
The present-saturnism...