Poetry 365

broken wires
tubes
and rusty needles
in the nose
mouth
and penis.

on the forehead
misleading like a star
dullard or burnt-out bulb

in the spiraling wriggles
of the intestine
the putrid stench
of missing dreams

in sleep
when heavy footsteps come
and give key
it wakes up
grinding worn-out cogs

in the eye-wells,
the spinal passes
the skull-sky
at the bottom of the stomach

tongue-tied
and unable to down a drop of water
like the steel grandpa
who lay bedridden
for yet another lifetime.