Implements of the Intruder

Rubber tubes tangled
Plugged in and
taped securely
binding hands.

Electrodes gelled
and reporting.
Insolent yet comforting
echoes of heartbeat.

Calling,  like
the reminder of a
burglar alarm,warning
of the intruder uninvited.

About The Emotional Orphan

I am a museum of past affection. A wax museum in the sun.
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8 Responses to Implements of the Intruder

  1. slpmartin says:

    Strong images …reminiscent of a scene from one those old mental institutions..well said.

    • The Emotional Orphan says:

      Thanks so much. Just in case you were worried, “they” let me out. No, really they did.

  2. Kavita says:

    Tubes removed and all okay I hope?!!
    Gosh.. you really have a way with words man!! Some very vivid images there…
    And the analogies made are just too amazing for words!
    I bow to you!!!

  3. deadpoet88 says:

    Powerful poem, great work! It brings out so much feeling from a hospital bed.

  4. I can hear those sounds. They’re too regular, aren’t they? Couldn’t be less human.
    Awesome stuff here, Jack.

  5. Thanks to you all
    @Kavita-Yeah, all is well. I appreciate all your support.
    @DP88- Glad the intesity came through
    @Margot–kidding. None too human indeed. I appreciate the support and kind words.

  6. Jodi MacArthur says:

    The heart beat is reassuring and yet the eletrodes sound like a burglar alarm. Such a great metaphor, Jack. The feel of the piece is sad and tense.

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