remembering my Elisabeth

[justfred]

lying on my bunk bed in the ward
I remember my Elisabeth
through the sleeping pills
chad gives out like lollies
we always made love in the dark
that was passion
sometimes we fumbled and sometimes we slipped
and as we got older and she got frailer
sometimes what we had had for dinner
lay too heavy on our stomachs
but in our mind we were young lovers again
now all I care about is being reunited with her
and getting away from the wires and drips
so I can stop wondering if anyone spat
in my mashed up chicken soup again
I am suspicious of those yellow bits

[alex]

Oh Fred - this is just beautiful! How romantic... I bet Elisabeth can't wait to see you again.

The yellow bits in your soup could be rat poison. I'd give it a miss if I were you.

[Daphne]

I think we should treasure Fred. He might get pissed off with us and take his poems elsewhere. I exalt him yet again as our finest poet.

[annettecurtain]

I would've exalted him, too, but I didn't know what would happen if I pressed the button.

[justfred]

nothing happens when I press MY button these days

[Daphne]

I honestly think that is telling us more than we really need to know, Fred, old bean.

[justfred]

No matter how hard I press my button, the nurse always takes a long time to come and I am worried it will be too late for me.