Interned

Hyper dermic laughter
In  a jugular vein
Or deathless prose
To ward off evil

No sound of screens
On Nightingale ward
No Florence on her round
Winifred or Madge
Wearing their noble
Sisterly badge

Just bay watch
Without the bikinis.

Don't nurse a grudge
Or grudge a nurse
If the night staff
Seem too terse


Are you comfortable
Just watch that drip
All tucked up
Could take a trip

On the midnight
No watch we keep
Just the high
Interminable bleep

Dawn breaks on us
Holed above the waistline
Listing to port
But hoping for a rising tide
And other movements beside.

Weigh anchor I hear the capstan grind
Thank you all for keeping me in mind.





Having returned I was short on humour. Maybe it will come later, when I have fully mastered my feeding tube. For the moment I will describe her thus. (Percutaneous Endoscopic Gastrostomy), quite a mouthful which she certainly is not.

  She can appear as aunty Peg and needs careful manipulation to come through, I thought to say, smelling of roses, however it is more likely to be vanilla: a warm and rounded little number who becomes rather flushed as we begin.  She has a saucy daughter, cousin Peg, who is made of sterner stuff and who seems to have set her cap at me and promises to be quite the little mover. It's always best in stressful situations, I think, to loosen up and I am trying very hard. More of this later.

Just noticed am still wearing  identity bracelet.   (17:08)

JL 28     Oct 2011.