By request of a friend, I have my series of Clockwork Orange poetry which I wrote back in 2010 (again). The institution trying to help our dear friend Alex, but these methods aren't what they seem.
Needle
Another needle in
Just like yesterday;
Why do I get the feeling,
The feeling that nothing’s changed -
Except me?
The needle goes in,
It smells the same:
Bitter, sick and sterile;
Slammed right in,
It feels the same:
Painful, cold and vile.
Even the nurse,
She’s the same person
Who punctures and injects me,
But maybe the needle has changed…
I could do with some new friends,
Ones who don’t do pain,
But though the needle changes
The pain stays the same.
Then there’s me.
I see the wasted face
In an imperfect mirror;
Not much left to prove I’m alive,
Except the sting
Of my stinking metal friend and his wife.
Touching the spot he loves,
My hand trembles,
The door opens,
And he’s grinning at me again.
Here, our dear friend Alex has been saved from his suicidal leap, finding himself confused in his hospital bed.
I Shouldn’t Be Here
Did someone say my name?
I’m sure they did, but where
from
And for how long,
I cannot comprehend.
I’m not even sure I know my
name,
Or if I’ve been acquainted
with pain;
There should be something
Telling me I’m broken, and
bleeding,
Beyond hope.
But no, here in Bedlam
I realise the doctors are
saving me,
Restoring me to a life I
remember
Trying to get rid of,
And now there’s a gaping
numbness in its place,
No pain, no suffering at all.
Did someone say my name?
I’m sure they did,
Just wish I could see them.
Slowly the eyes ease open
As the gateway to Hell slams
in the wind;
The wind blows the smell of
death to me,
And Death takes my hand.
“You’re going to be fine,
son.”
If I had a hand free I’d let
you know
You lie; I’m not dead,
But
I bet you wish I was.
These are two of a set of 6 but I don't have too much faith in the worth of the rest so I may have to let them lie for awhile.
Ahh Laura! I could easily see these as dialogues from the actual film In fact, these may have worked :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Mark :) like I said, didn't really connect with the film but I think I could imagine Alex spouting my poetry all the same!
DeleteA bit more Nadsat might do the trick? However i can't judge your past self for writing this. I hope that came across in a constructive manner? :)
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