Treating Sticky Lungs... Poem by aric wilsie

Treating sticky lungs
With corrosive cola
Sometimes the will...
Will
Clear the pain
Movement will relinquish
Such slow antics
As these
Hidden ever
News in need
Of telling
Sons, Daughters,
Grandchildren
Even?
No
With who?
Mother, Father,
With so many
Imaginary issues
Should you know?
Must you know?
Enough to treat
Peoples
Bodies
Souls
Like mine
Like me
Tommorows phone
A call upon
The parents
Will
Wonder if
These complaints
Are enough
To tell people
Like who?
You?
Me?
I would'nt do
Somethings
Friend
Choking on
The definition of
Friends
Choking it down
Defi
Nately
You don't see
See me say
What you
Yourself wish
A drunk
Would hear
Capture your mind
On any given
Moment
Then tell me
Of squandering
Without crying
Squandering
Without regret
Squandering
Their pain
Not listening
Only watching
The others...
Are angry
Smart
And miserable