Appointment

Appointment I have unfolded my poetic wings they have no feathers and the downdrafts makes it impossible to soar Tomorrow the doctor will see me, I have to walk on a treadmill, just like Oscar Wilde he wrote a book about it, I’m more modest perhaps I can get an alternative poem out of the test. I fear my doctor he has got cold hand and looks at me with distaste. What I fear the most is a petrified blaze that turns roses into bright diamonds no one will ever see and that oil spill will cover the oceans with a rainbow slush. Can`t tell my doctor this, he will only give me a pill for it.