Classic Poem

The sun at midday, distinctly warm waves
Of ether sweetly, and slowly pour against the door,
In the clouded glass there is no sound,
The scent of chloroform drips ... poison in delirium.

In the distance, I hear the cacophony of trains
... A dream of abandoned elixirs.

Time has passed painfully in the fine, downy fur of cats and
Their white swelling paws.
Under the window, unable to tremble amid the agony of life, bright red grass flowers
At the end of the damp tube
In the zinc pipe ... now I anesthesize myself.