…

if it blinds me

… i’ll learn brail

if it paralyses me

i’ll learn to run

if it’s terminal

… cremate me

… do not resuscitate

increase the opioids so I die high

closer to the gods
No one has the words

so I keep on talkin’

nothing spills out

but the clock keeps tockin’

nasal tubes ‘n masked

Tik-Tok’s a mockin’
…

…we are strangers in this

strange ward, a cosmic

lounge for fear,

sans flight and fight responses,

no supernatural saviours here…

Xenus out in Roswell,

Nanook’s in the north,

quendas swimming in the lake

nirvana and your corpse,

God is …
          Stop!

          ….

                 Please stop!
          Breathe ….

                      Count to

                 three …

                      Breathe ….

Breeeeeeeathe!!!!!

…
It’s just a little sting,

              (Just a little diggin’)

Crochet needle in my vein

              …jab stab stick in.
O2 tank removed

the doors now sealed

In my neck there is a thing

PICC line bling.
Let the infusion now begin!!!!!!
And when it does there’s nothin’ left,

Just tokin’ talk ‘n pissin’.
Note: The title is a play on the term tok pisin, which means ‘pidgin English’ in pigin English.




 Quendas are small marsupials unique to Australia. ↩