Comatose

A pulling coma,
Unconscious never calm,
Coagulant betray
Of sticks and stones
A pustious, green filled, Emetic
Hunger
Nerve cell pain
The reason?
Ferrous rich
This, a quart of a painting end, unfinished
I will not
Use excuse
Spine, hyper dermis
Genetic failure
I hope I have not given her.

Ian V. Seymour (17/10/12) ©2012

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