Best Adenoids Poems
We Take For Granted:
Lungs Filling, In – Out …
How Respiratory Come About
But Resuscitation To Our Mouth
Keeps Soul, from Going South …
But Just Imagine:
Stitch-in-Side, Pleurisy
Emphysema or Drowning At-Sea !
Pneumonia, Bronchitis or Oxygen-Gone
And Asthma, are Just a few Suffocating Wrongs
Of Breathing Passages, Swollen … Blocked
Adenoids and Snoring, Wake-Up… Pop-Pop!
Try Pillow-Smothering, or Panic-Attacks
Choking, Gasp? … Need Gas-Mask?
Ahh … Short and Sweet and Necessary
Hold and Count to 30 … In A Hurry?
If It Stops … Then Start To Worry
… All This, is Very Airy-Scary …
… The Brevity of Breath …
Had Enough?
(Loud) Puff – Puff
I Know, It’s Never Enough Fellow
Whether Gulping-Deep, Nor Panting-Shallow
Some Have Quick – Spurts
‘Til Side Hurts
Hacking Cough … Then The Wheezing
Can’t Catch A Breath … That’s You Leaving
… Next Stop Death … or Joint-Machine-Breathing
… Are You Receiving ? …
… The Brevity of Breath …
“ … Breathed Into His Nostrils, The Breath of Life … “ (Gen. 2: 7)
Morning Breath ? … Relax Honey … It’s Just Your Wife …
… Checking On The Brevity of Breath …
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Five
All day she toiled to keep her knees and busts in position
The Mairie’s serrated metal-hearted spool of derision
And the glinting fly-eye cutaways of the Prefecture
She who must mind her own onions during dutiful mission:
Let school-children slap her lolling belly with oars’ un-silence
Let schools of swan swipe and furrow her concupiscence
Let darting coots and grebes play hide and seek in eddying depths
And let cyclists and dogged runners trample her dire patience
And when the day’s work at last done prepares the earned shower
Lo! a canopy as dark and dense as the Afro bowler
Pulls the shroud down on her: dismal soot round the white of eye
Resplendent sings the gilded orange band: sunsets in clover
Restless parent coots cleave the face on the dream-lidded Lady’s
Surge with rage to ward off stray swans from their young amidst
reeds
During some purdah couples’ chance of enlacement in the dark
And the long breathless night returns to her adenoids
She dreams the dreams of precious princesses warding off demons
Her dreams fester in her clasp and spiral up to heavens
In musk infused melodious gestures buoyed on lotuses
Release streams of ruby wines from lutes strum by virgin maidens!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
His pinched up nostrils,
His bat-ears,
He is hard to hear,
His eyes stare----
--With vacant expression----
And mouth open,
With protruding incisors,
His saliva dribbles.
Clinician! Can you offer diagnosis?
No? Oh! It's Enlarged Adenoids!
Form:
Back in day (of ma
mum, and perhaps
since time immemorial)
utterances of physicians
nsync with Staff of Asclepius
pounded against floor,
(which wrought
life to entwined serpent,
whose beady
eyed hypnotic power)
understandably
ranked doctors among
near mythical powerful
Gods, who ought
best not be ignored, thus
(then a young Harriet Harris,
now long since deceased)
felt overbearing heft of
medical practitioners final words,
and subsequently would nought
refute, ignore, nor
dispute sacred commandment
hence would n'er be accused
of sacrilegious immodesty,
impiety, or impropriety
(towards medical institution),
and never doubt voice
most supreme in the universe,
thus she felt caught
against challenging authority
meekly surrendered
her only son, bought
with bargaining chip
indubitable faith
in omnipotent equip
ment with hocus
pocus magic to flip
precious life humming along,
or force death grip
upon a lovely boy (christened
Matthew Scott Harris),
at present lapsed beet hip
pea hooping to stave
off crossing the lip
of LX bracket, there
fore reckons a nip
and tuck (think
prefrontal lobotomy),
asper when just a pip
squeak ushered,
where mine existence
could be mortgaged
with accidental,
(or purposeful) slip
of the knife, while
under anesthetized trip
returning minus a mass of
enlarged lymphatic tissue
between the back of
the nose and the throat.
Fresh home from therapy,
and resonate with zeal
tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n
analogous to and pinion wheel
hence attempt made to bare soul,
sans thru poetry re: veal
ling avidity, asper barreling neurological
daily kos loaded truck full
heading toward figurative
lifelong landfill deposits
on weekly psycho
logical session I unseal
manipulating bothersome issues
controlled via bot size thumbwheel,
which grave undertaking i.e.
professional counseling allows,
enables, and provides opportunistic
gradual process at selfheal
ling oft times necessitates
reviewing silent Virgina reel
comprising the story
of earlier life piecemeal
akin to a slapdash montage
chronicling existential ordeal,
now referencing adenoids
(removal first mention within
poetic endeavor, when young boy)
loosely linkedin with nasopharyngeal
pseudo oral palate
highway tucking each meal
across miniature bridgework,
ma late mum meekly
acceded to doctors orders,
said operation sub
sequently deemed unnecessary
affecting negligible decreasing nasality
predicated on split (bifid
or bifurcated uvula), viz laryngeal
utterances finds me speculating
speculating now, whether taking kneel
ling pose possibly coo dove
wrought divine intercession
giving me super powers ideal
for fighting off being bullied
gloating this instant imagining
bringing beastie boys to heel
actual reality visit my kid self,
a most convenient scapegoat
socially withdraw puny size lad
internalizing hateful barbs glom
ming up significant emotional gearwheel
inferiority complex predominating
supplemented with cumulative
anger, a potent feel
ling exacerbating anxiety prone disposition
courtesy chromosomal
(pop'n mom genes) art of the deal.
Ball-Shaped Map
The ball-shaped map of
the world on
my desk has a
nasally voice. Its little brother aside him can
breathe triple fast due to
his triple
fat adenoids.