Hard not to write dis

Ability when that

is all that you know.

MEMORY IS LOCKED 

AWAY IN A SYNDROME-

MOMENTOUS MOMENT.

 

Five blackbirds soared down

Landed on the green and white

Snow strutted off, black.

                          Hi mum nice to see

                     You after two years, painted

                         urn ash emerald eyes.

Software can hardware

Like spunk a photo-punk

Bluegrass and red leaves.

ACUTE CARE 

The sun is trying to shine today like a prison cell, 

‘a little piece of sky’, I see it reflected through 

vertical blinds. I wish this short pome 

was a philosophical verse but my mind 

has not the capacity. 

Disability will have to do it's all I know,

still red around the head the blood infection

is fading due to Acute care they were on

the ball. This is a pome of thanx.