She poke my skin so deep
With a needle but not ozz with blood
It numb my skin a little but safe I keep
After awhile a soothing felt I'm glad
Another many poke apart of deep in a dot
Leaving a mark unmatched but crazy faint
That made my ear a little crinzy hot
Afterward those numb collate a healing saint.
I once had a lover who was a smoker
I told him I really wish he’d quit
The smell alone was quite a choker
And his clothes were full of it
I knew he was addicted and afflicted
So I tried to inspire change
Gave him a sucker hoping he’d lick it
Maybe retrain his smoker brain
When that didn’t work I continued to search
For he was my sun on cloudy day
His feelings I didn’t want to hurt
But kissing is like licking ashtray
So let’s try acupuncture this time
With a little luck and love you can
Beat this habit that should be a crime
To market or sale to woman or man
This really helped and he does well
His cravings are less with a stick
He turns to me all smoke free saying
What about your addiction to chocolate
i went to wendy's today
and i purchased an orange cream soda
i then went to my old neighborhood to a particular house
in front of that particular house, i poured out the creamy orange contents
a lawn mower and an old, worn hat was placed there
december 27th, 2018, my oldest friend was diagnosed with cancer
january 2nd, 2019, the angels came
i failed to keep in touch in any way, shape, or form
i pushed his friendship away, choosing the option to be by myself
despite my treatment of him, which he so did not deserve, he still came to knock on my old apartment door to see how i was doing
his friendship was unconditional with a loyalty that i did not deserve
due to my personal choices, not only am i left with multidirectional regrets,
but i also did not get to go to his funeral to his wonderful mother not knowing how to contact me
my choices were my choices, and there are mirrors all around as tough love teachers
i am sorry, First Friend, Rest Easy and suffer and struggle no more
by the way, give a kiss to my Mother....I Miss You Both
It was my public leeture
About man's links with Torture
How it seems tied to Nature
And an idea to nurture...
"Yet, it can't be a culture,
Torture like Beak of Vulture,
Which Carrions face like Torture,
The Final Grant: A Suture...
In man it's An Aperture
Welcoming Prompt Ligature...
"Torture is no nice picture:
A Sadist's Acupuncture,
On receivers some puncture."
Shivering with cold the patient reposed on the lightly padded table
Trying not to move for acupuncture needles were all over now-
in her arms, her feet, and her tummy
Ouch! She said as they were pushed in.
OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!
It was shocking as acupuncture was not supposed to hurt.
Actually, it was excruciating and it made her mad.
Was it worth it to use pain to defuse pain?
Not really! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Maybe I should have used smaller needles the acupuncturist said.
Two more treatments and it may work miracles, she informed the patient.
Two more treatments. She is kidding right? The irritated patient thought.
If I put one needle in your forehead it might relax you, she told the patient.
The human pincushion gave her A LOOK that stopped her in her tracks.
Or not, she said, fleeing the room.
Acupuncture,
Needle work.
Charging the chakras;
Happiness finds a home.
Breathe.