Is
I was just thinking he says
As he lies in his adjustable bed
My beautiful home in Euxton
And it comes to this.
I remind him the other homes
All stank of stale piss
And he recalls as a county heating engineer
The amount of homes that stank of this.
I need a new bed he said
This isn't big enough.
My feet touch the bedstead.
I tell him that as his muscles waste
He has no friction so slips
To the bottom, and has no strength
To haul himself back up.
They keep putting my bed controller
Beyond reach so I can't flatten
the mattress. I tell his key worker
To make a note in his file
That the bed controller must
Hang from the middle of the bed
Not beyond his reach at top and bottom.
They've put a duvet on my bed, again.
I want sheets I can peel off.
Biju, his key worker replaces the plastic
Tubes stuck up my dad's nose.
And says "If he's not getting oxygen
In his lungs he gets cold."
"And its come to this. Pass
Me my bottle", my dad says
As he rips off the duvet,
Delves into his adult Pampers
And inserts his dick into the bottle.
Paul Brookes
Paul Brookes is a shop asst. His chapbooks include The Fabulous
Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and
Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She
Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS,
2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018),Please Take Change
(Cyberwit.net, 2018) Forthcoming Stubborn Sod, (Alien Buddha Press, 2019), As Folk
Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). He edits The Wombwell Rainbow
Interviews.
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