andymorley's pomes | MEMENTO MORI

Too much time in hospitals, Spent too much time in hospitals, Way way too much in hospitals, At least, too much for me... Limp green body, face to wall, Ever-present mumbling drawl, Every bloody interval, Cracks your sanity.

Hear them once you've heard them all, "Help me, Help me" comes the call, Never falter, never fall, Sad, jaded destiny. Blank eyes staring through the mist, Damp patch where the old guy pissed, Not quite ceasing to exist, Except in quality. Drove back through a hundred years, Bearing all those ageing tears, Fighting off the clinging fears, Death's strange morality. All those miles I drove that day, Could not flush such thoughts away, Returning to my mortal clay, Will surely come to be. "Fuck's sake, let's go down the pub", Human jostle, shoulders rub, Get a dose of live hubbub, Live some poetry. Here's a band and here's some booze, 'Memphis' strut their stomping muse, Five piece line-up plays the blues, Then what do I see..? Skeletons on stage that prance, Aging rock-chicks' bony dance, Younger skeletons romance, Skulls that snog with glee... All these people one day there, Those who cower, those who dare, All will live that vacant stare, End life's liberty. Pert young girls with pert young breasts, Busy bar-staff do their best, All will one day be the guest, Of some infirmary. Strangely liberating thought, All will one day come to nought, All are in this quandary caught, Called mortality Andy Morley March 14th 2007

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