"Please, please give me some milk?
The Last words of Michael Jackson
(Milk was his nickname for the general anesthetic Propofol he took to sleep.)
A dream so wonderful it could not last
An impressive voice so vast lay mute in death
His light was stilled and my soul shattered
It dripped with grief for what could have been
The songs of a young boy sublime
So full of promise, health and stardom
A talent glorious- that in immortality it lasts
Some condemned, some were traitors, liars
His life became empty- his journey a struggle
But his amazing music is what he left us
His talent an inspiration to the young and old
and his dancing steps lead us up to heaven
In death his "milk" drug killed him
Oh, could no one help? His doctor?
No family, friend, manager ? I would have
I can still hear his voice- it comforts me
His journey was of waves rising and lowering
He sang until his quiet voice was stilled in death
Yes, I mourn his passing, the ravaged talent
and the people who left him alone suffering
Today, lying on the hospital bed.
The professionals asked me to relax.
It was only a simple medical procedure,
There was no anesthetic to put me to sleep.
I wished to hear some music,
That would be perfect.
Then, first thing came to my mind,
Was you standing by my bedside.
Held my hand and sang me some lullaby.
Well, that was what I wished,
It would only be in my dream, and
It could never be fulfilled.
Then, somehow there were mistakes,
The procedure must be repeated.
Again, while taking some big breaths to relax,
Immediately, your face appeared in my head.
Why was I so naive and stupid?
Tried having something out of reach.
Wanted something that could never be.
Wake up, what was wrong with me.
It was only a fantasy.
Nothing would ever be.
Should be back to cruel reality.
He has already left me.
Bye bye BB
Bye bye 66.
Every word I said, it was true and absolutely true.
For that, I can guarantee you.
I have told you, I could not lie,
Especially when it came to you.
Every good thing must come to an end.
How soon and bad, it all depends.
Egotism is the anesthetic that deadens the pains of stupidity
It lowers the shield that lets one think they have complete validity
For My Mother and My Dayghter
9/23/2023
I whispered, “ Mom, I’ll take you home.!
No nursing home halls will you walk, all alone.
Your bedroom, at my house is bright and all ready.
And to care for you, Mom, my hand is steady!”
Elena, my daughter, an Angel in disguise.
Played an equal part, young, but very wise!
I recall the fear when Mom’s heart stopped!
I jumped on her bed, began CPR non- stop!
Elena, at the same time ,called the paramedics .
I kept working on Mom, I felt I needed a strong anesthetic.
They shared, it was me, not they, who saved her life…
“Most people usually stand there and don’t do thing!”
So if you do not know CPR, please take a course.
One need not be old for their heart to suddenly stop.
Instead of writing poetry or prose all day?
Learn CPR, don’t let a friend or relative pass away.
My Mom lived for eight more great and full years~
For that! I am most grateful, yet I miss her still. With tears.
Dedicated to my Daughter, Elena, and to my late Mother.
We always watched out for, and cared deeply for each other!
Then there is the night
with its backstreets of characters,
masked, intractable, unwilling
to leave the comfort of their
lifelong haunts. They call out
then turn away in fear
of being known.
And below, the corridors
of the underground winding through
sleepless hours,
the constant echo of footsteps
and voices punctured
by announcements of departures
to nameless places. Images cast
on grimey walls passing in haste,
doors slamed shut.
Nothing sutures together,
consciousness becomes fragments
glimpsed on screens,
splintered sounds,
words finding no meaning.
And having brought you here
what can I offer you
but the pricked chill
of an anesthetic
being eased into a vein,
the oblivion of dreamless sleep,
then daybreak bleeding through
the stuck lid of an eye,
the first thin incision of hope.
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty-eight so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Wifey will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures down the toilet gets flushed
But there's a silver lining waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner by a roll of the dice
1.Midazolam injection.
2.Hydromorphone inj.
3.Sodium Barbital inj.
4.Sodium thiopental.
An anesthetic or sedative,followed by a drug to paralyze the inmate,and finally a drug to stop the heart.The one and two-drug protocols typically use an overdose of an anesthetic or sedative to cause death.These four Narcotics Chemicals are used to induce death.
Note.Death by gunfire or injection.
Monoku Series: General Hospital
i had a brain mri last month
as expected, they found nothing
i asked could i do my own anesthetic
doc said, "knock yourself out"
last week i went to urgent care
it felt neither urgent nor caring
they had a specialist:
her specialty is diseases of the rich
she longs to open up her own clinic
but doesn't have the patients
my doc's advice: if you're skinny, don't eat fast
if you're not, don't eat... fast!
isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do,
"practice"?
overseen on a patient's chart:
no fever or chills but spouse claims she
was very hot in bed last night
Humor Attribution: #3 - Edmo Snord, #4 - Tom Lehrer, #7 - George Carlin, all others found online and converted
to monoku form by yours truly.
Enjoy your Sunday, everybody!
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm just eighty-six so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
The Paying (I wish) Public marvels
at what comes out: those explosive, star-spangled
phrases and melodies (the few times I get it right);
but what of the great-real that went in, the life-struggles,
the tears, the soul-smothering isolation – not to forget
the little left of me, squirming squiggly, imprisoned
with the many nameless, sparsely filled, crumpled-up
white-pulp battlefields in the wastebasket – my inky piles of bones –
clawed-out guts (the years of painful extraction,
likened to going to the dentist, then being told, that I have a serious abscess,
needing an immediate Root Canal, though unfortunately
Covid has prevented our delivery of anesthetic)...
Oh well, here goes again:
Roses are red – so is a poet's blood;
The moon strings silvery, strum-able beams –
myself too busy to play them, running on a
treadmill, going nowhere, in my Write-blocked-nightmare,
ominously pulled from words my stalled mind should be chasing...
So, my Love (Poetry), she does
and she does not – till one
mightily fit for publication:)
Straying back to the dreams,
I stand here glancing at the flirting butterflies,
crooning hummingbirds,
grasslands, trees, and floral beds.
Air brimming with a fiery glance,
Kissing her beloved, the distant horizon.
The mesmeric pearls of teardrop of the earth gently sway,
with the halo of colors sprayed on her by her beloved, the sky.
Blessed I am with the lucid rejuvenation bestowed onto me by my mother nature, benumbing my senses in an anesthetic bliss,
I stand here witnessing the love-hate affair of the stream and the sky,
with untangled dreams washed clean.
The unknown begins,
the wind whispers to the dancing trees about a thousand secrets.
The rain cleanses the stained earth and makes it sacred.
The night had played its quiet music,
life is born,
man, and nature,
nature and creation bonding in the final synthesis!
© Chitra Arun
Certain people like the new Doctor Who TV show but I think It's foul.
If I had a choice between watching it and having dental surgery, I'd choose a root canal.
And rather than watching Doctor Who, I'd rather have that root canal without anesthetic.
I stopped watching the new Doctor Who because It's pathetic.
I loved the classic Doctor Who television show, it was my favorite show on TV.
But I honestly believe that the new Doctor Who has been ruined by the BBC.
If you like and want to watch the new Doctor Who, that's okay.
But If I had a Genie, I'd wish for that damn TV show to go away.
April took the best of everything
anesthetic corpses, love killed love
Bruised all over before it fell from the tree
buried again, body untasted but the seeds are everlasting
The only way to unlock the cage, to be covered in dirt
to sleep
to escape
Fingerless gloves hiding protruding
tired veins
In the uncomfortable heat
brother, you got me wrong
yet I paid that debt somehow
Consequently Catatonic
Over Dosed On Emotional Anesthetic
Pretending All Is Copacetic
Can Not Be Seen As Pathetic
It's Better This Way
With Nothing To Say
At The End Of Another Peaceful Day
Self Destructive Disorders
Chaos Is Order
Seemingly Older
Growing Colder and Colder
Over Looked And Disregarded
Sinful Secrets Hide How It Started
Tears Are For The Broken Hearted
Swallowing Devistation
To Late For Salvation
Anxiety And Anticipation
Waiting On Death With No Patience
Simply Suffering In Silence
Spreading Nothing But Kindness
Walking Contradiction And Defiance
Though I will sleep now,
soon I shall rise again.
Will I dream cryonic dreams
fevered by all I have fought and craved,
as on so many nights past?
Or will I rouse as from an anesthetic,
unaware that time has passed?
Will I wake to a world
that has refurbished my forlorn husk,
but left my mind far behind
until nothing can be known or loved?
Perhaps my soul will linger
to witness what my body can no longer feel,
until the two are reunited by
routine miracles?
Will life renewed be
but days bereaved
of all those who have made me
thankful to be alive?
Will humanity wallow still in recycled history,
or will it have escaped
the gravity of its appetites?
I shall find out in a wink or two.
On the other side of sleep,
I hope to see you again.
Even the sun is mortal,
time may expire,
but life should insist on itself.
And death too shall pass.
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