Friday, December 7, 2012

NPO



After midnight,
her cells thirst
for something.

Synapses spark
along the wires
of her brain.

dot dot dot
dash dash dash
dot dot dot

SOS
Save this
old sailor,

adrift at sea
on a rotting
raft,

surrounded by salt
and longing
for drink.

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    1. Thanks for the story, Mark. Enjoyed.

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  2. interesting...i wonder if this is all in her mind and related to her situation or if she is feel him far away and in need of help....very interesting verse...

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    1. Thanks, Brian. Not so sure, myself.

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