Syringe it

Nipped

Slight chances in self

Great hope, lends doubt

The fleas itch, cling, and then spread

Disease multiply as due

Time in dire, lives inspired

Held onto the branch, one's meds & lab

Leaves are riddles, seeping on down

Grind-ed gently, and then mound

Surprise me, lady, please do

Lest our lesson be misconstrued

Reach inside with your metal

Needle it up, yes, to the vain

Brought up, maxed, and then sustained

Inside, inside; gentle flow

Debt, decay, and bliss in you

Your bones in particular

Ignite ‘em

Light ‘em

Oh

Twice, of course, of course

Needle in hay

Stacked on yours

Author's Note

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

Ciao, Vincent. Haven't stopped by to read anything of yours lately, so I decided to drop you a visit. Anyway, your piece. Awesome, mind blowing. One thing: "ones meds & lab" I think ones should be one's. Another thing that I noticed was that in "to the vain" you used the wrong word (vein) but I actually think it seems better, so don't change anything there. Alright, nothing else to say, so I'll depart to my classes for the day(sigh). Great poem.

Adieu!

[ObscurityNone]

Thank you, and nice catch with that "ones" I definitely need little critiquing such as that, and "vain" I purposefully used; so I am glad you prefer it that way. Once again, thank you for reading, and I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Falling Leaf.]

Enjoyed it very much :)

[Rob Santana]

Good job on this piece. Time in dire lives inspired cool choice of wording there.

[ObscurityNone]

Thanks.

[Olivia Marie]

This is interesting, and Unique. Written well, I like this too :)