Ins and Outs Part 3

Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts. Part 3 our subject awoke while still dark everywhere dark with agony an amputee's life is not an easy one bedsores the size of Antarctica morphine by the quart Musella asks where you want her today kid the kid can only volunteer right in the humerus Muse Musella aims her cupid's dart at the stump of legend as he talks dirty over the roaring in his head it's the intercom buzzing somebody stop him the Kid hugging those intercontinental ballistic breasts yells his head off UNCONTRITE! the monitor screens have gone static he is pulled through his phosphorescent windshield by Tex and his pony Mescaloosa our kid searches the face of his deliverer for a sign his deliverer's facade alternately smiles and frowns in the manner of an ambivalent oracle contemplate the causal resultant of life muses Tex instead I empty my stomach looking for augury and read my gurgling Rorschach a message from children in bare feet singing jump rope rhymes unconcerned with desire as equations shielded from the Wheel of Heaven grinding the bones of sinners by the wings of Mother Goose who else? break time this is a union town sceno septimo the Wheel of Heaven sleep overcomes the ex-traveler orderlies have spread germicide in the dangerous places quilted with sterile padding mummified in steamy gauze fresh from the autoclave straight to NEURO WARD 4 intubated in cathetered out curetted and pipetted by Tex's one armed colleague studio heads want a series full channel scanograph Dr. Rector of the award winning Morphgenic Properties of Infantile Retinal Hyperfunctionality takes one look and says roll 'em my insides glow from coast to coast inside out for my public as the meter needles reach red the perceptive Dr. D. elocutes just how healthy do you think you are yours truly answers for the record books for the nation DON'T BUY THE DOUBLE LINE! the meter needles hit purple, Musella checks the tubing for clogs blowing herself purple too a front line trooper we are all wounded for anestheticians the question is to emerge or not to emerge must our young conclude LIES ALL LIES where did these many organs and their silent churning come from is the issue tissue rejection or just plain rejection per se two hands go for the buzzer but get tangled in the tubing arm tube nose tube mouth tube chest tube piss tube ...To be continued