Not much longer now

Smells like cut cucumbers
fresh mowed grass
shiny Mercedes-Benz logos
that glow from cars grilles

the highway grabs me by the hair
pulls me down under
yellow nicotine stains
covering in the bathroom

we are but condensation
on moldy shower walls
kiss me like they do in billboard ad's
from the highway's lookie loo's

brown mulch scent
sediment
floating
in the outside walkway skylight

brick and metal hospital spires
stained coffee pot's
chipped
on black plastic edges

understand the gravity
of the situation

angels
with swords & trumpets
Roman military cloak and cuirass
call us home

married to the sun
with music on your face
skin
like pumpkin membrane

may i catch you
when you're falling from memory lane
standing
delicate as a house of cards

trees arching
over back country roads
forming a tunnel
death
scratching at the woods bark
but the bite comes not today


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free verse poem of a trip to the hospital