A quiet tale of a scalpel and a brush

You have a thief’s hands, you do,
a lover’s lips, a liar’s tongue
and a drunk’s sure hand for the cure.
How often I’ve let you make me,
severing lips from hope
and painting my eyes shut…

I know you, I do;
I know you as I know the way
pain runs sweet and slow
down my broken back;
I know you as I know the way
I drain and flow to your will,
wanting more, yearning less,
mute to you all the while;
I know you as I know the way
I lay helpless in your gaze,
searching for you, searching for me,
searching for the surcease of I-don’t-know-what,
but searching all the same.
We know, don’t we? We know.

Thank you for reading A quiet tale of a scalpel and a brush. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.


© 2013 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2013 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com.


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11 responses to “A quiet tale of a scalpel and a brush

  1. John, what f___! Where has all this been until now. This is beautiful. The best thing I can say is I wish I’d written it. Talk to me sometime soon. >KB

    • KB, “Where has this been until now?” Well, ah, thank you. Although I like this poem, a lot, I think there are a lot of my poems I sort of think are as good. 🙂 But, in any case, thank you for the sincerest of compliments. I really appreciate it!

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  3. That is such a wonderful write. Simply delightful reading. 🙂

  4. Definitely one of your best, John. I love it!

  5. Love the first stanza and the performing magic bit.