/Title: draw a line

[sungoo]

The prince
and
The king.
All men,
of
All class
die as artists
draw a line
with their heart.

thoracentesis
swells the dressing.
"looking good!
did you lose some blood?"
the catheter holds
and we wait.



time breeds
visceral reactions
at first.
face in
gut out.
fear, denial
it settles,
walk away
go out
and just live'r

Alpha male
towards the Omega.
see the light,
follows the Poke,
pinch, bleed, sedate,
scalpel, resuscitate,
exasperate, tragedy.

and he draws a line.

[sungoo]

still a working title, still a working poem.
Wrote most of it just now.

this poem was inspired by something I read
"I hope to sleep
never awaken
nothing in this world
can replace
what you have taken"
and various other things such as the tsunami in asia, my own shortcomings, last two weeks, yada yada.

And criticism, feedback would be much appreciated.