Just That Archaic Poet Poet Free verse

Surgical Blue

That mad doctor wants to rip me open, head to toe, I just know it!

His scalpel is sharpened and hungry for a slice of flesh; it thirsts for blood.

"Just a 'nick'", he tries to soothe, cooing me as the chemicals combine to knock me out cold.

No nip, no tuck- just all out butchery!

He'll slice me and dice me with the sadistic pleasure only a surgeon understands!
Or "Jack the Ripper", perchance.

Getting so sleepy...so drowsy and sedated; I can't fight back.

The massacre is imminent. The scalpel shines brilliantly under the surgical lights.
Everyone is wearing surgical blue costumes, pretending to be nurses.
They look so macabre, with those surgical masks...or are they the kind of
masks one wears to a fancy costume party?

In my woozy state, I cannot tell anymore. I imagine them smiling beneath those masks-
large, gaping, toothy smiles, like the ones you see on crocodiles. They're all soaking in the preoperative excitement, the kind of excitement between first-time lovers as they undress not nearly quickly enough, wildly anticipating the impending debauchery with anxious delight.

My eyes are getting heavier and all I hear are the beeps of machines and garbled medical nomenclature...or are they instructions on how to properly eviscerate me?

"Are you ready, nurse?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Get my gloves ready."
"Here, doctor."
"Nurse, apply the iodine."
"Ready, doctor."
"Scalpel..."
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*having an outpatient surgical procedure today and am channeling my anxiety lol*

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Scott Thirtyseven February 14, 2014 at 10:48 PM I trust the surgery went well. Thanks for the fun take on it all, most enjoyable. Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 12:05 PM Everything went well, just don't know the results yet. Thank you, my friend! :)

Richard Lamoureux February 11, 2014 at 7:58 AM Good morning Chan. Thanks for the response below. Just That Archaic Poet February 11, 2014 at 8:20 AM No problem. bud. It was well earned and deserved :)

Tim Smith February 10, 2014 at 6:53 PM Very well done. Getting your stress out is a good thing....Tim Just That Archaic Poet February 11, 2014 at 6:43 AM Thanks, Tim :)

Charmaine Chircop February 10, 2014 at 3:22 PM Cont.. Yes this episode of yours remind me of that feeling..and I can understand 'the gunea pig feeling'..and the use of such nurse powers in many ways.Tnks for sharing Chan..Hope you re fine Just That Archaic Poet February 10, 2014 at 4:40 PM Thanks, Charm. Just got back from the procedure and all is well; thanks for asking :)

Sophia Valentina February 10, 2014 at 3:21 PM How'd it go??? Marred and maimed, are we? Just That Archaic Poet February 10, 2014 at 4:41 PM Nope Nope Nope! Just a scratch!

Charmaine Chircop February 10, 2014 at 3:19 PM This poem reminds me of the day I was in labor.I had to have an unexpected c-section..when giving birth..The nurses strapped my hands.Though loose..I was getting claustrophobic..and I was asking them to let my hands free..They did..Then I made one movement with my hand to remove a piece of material which was blocking my view..and they thought I was going to panic which I didnt.I heard the nurse telling the anestetist to put me to sleep..and I answered 'Dont you dare,wanna see my baby 'birth Just That Archaic Poet February 10, 2014 at 4:41 PM Loved the anecdote, Charm; thanks for sharing and for the read and review :)

Skat A February 10, 2014 at 2:54 PM Ouch, I'd never trust a mad Doctor. Nor anyone smiling under them mask. Scalpel, ready cut, bleed. A fine run here Chan. SKAT Just That Archaic Poet February 10, 2014 at 4:42 PM Thanks, hon :)

David Williams February 10, 2014 at 10:28 AM great title and poem, good luck..David Just That Archaic Poet February 10, 2014 at 10:40 AM Thanks, David. Heading out the door in about 10 mins; already getting nervous lol. Hope I come out intact ;)

Richard Lamoureux February 10, 2014 at 9:58 AM I love it! I hope your outpatient surgery is less evasive. Just That Archaic Poet February 10, 2014 at 10:04 AM lol Thanks, I hope so, too! Didn't know how else to convey this but in free-verse. It's a good day for free-verse lol. Your poem was really beautiful and it made me FEEL, which rarely happens to me with non-rhyme. You are outstanding, my friend :)