In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond destitute drowned drained primal ascents like muted strands of character counts contents--a sugary benign bene-violence renewed every 4th year by death trite trickery, bumming freedoms long necked, sticky fingered bullet borrowed Bogart abandoners like cool coup indifferentials-----hangless gyrations coordinated catastrophizes counter culture aberrations seeming short changed a dimes worth of democracy voices foot and mouth disease we move through dead brain catheters dreaming of cellular open ranges of slack composures minus politico contractual ill tongued bilateral lobotomy laden binormals laying waste to unsecured raptures---dicey yet decidedly temporary but elipticaliplapsing any Gods forgiving truth and moral divergence by appetite arbitration. Hence a gamely time of fecal folly foot loose and fancy toe tag free---------all's well that entrails well.
Categories:
catheters, analogy, confusion, leadership, parody,
Form: Free verse
3 days a week they travel here like the magi following the brightest star in the sky.
all kinds are here
pre-existing conditions
fistulas
catheters
chairs of diseased kidneys soaked in blood.
it's a revolving door of life and death,I'm here too,not as a patient rather as a caregiver to a loved one.
it's boring here one moment
crisis next
everything happen here
it's a reminder on how fragile life can be.
I sit here watching blood of humans run through tubes that run into machines with twirling machine parts
you can't get out of here fast enough
not that it's a terrible place
you just rather not be here.
Categories:
catheters, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
Monitors flash vital signs
With reassuring beeps;
We watch the numbers blinking
As our friend, the patient, sleeps.
Nurses jot their findings down
And residents confer.
Life outside those corridors
Exists as just a blur.
Fluids, catheters and blood –
A lingo all its own –
The words seem like the most important
We have ever known.
Our friend awakes – we chat and laugh
And then he’s whisked away -
A new procedure hopefully
To keep bad news at bay.
We say goodbye and wish him luck
And though it seems unfair,
We’re grateful exiting the doors
Into the wintry air.
Categories:
catheters, friend, sick,
Form: Rhyme
The catheters drip does not make a sound at all.
While the heart monitor beeps are most incessant,
I lay quiet and listen to whisperers down the hall.
Though I desire to lay here and be convalescent,
do the opiates desire for me dreams they weave?
While the heart monitor beeps are most incessant.
Is it my body’s betrayal my mind can’t perceive?
Is not the heart attacked, the heart that breaks?
do the opiates desire for me dreams they weave?
Deeds of earthly toil done not for heaven’s sakes
Lay here with me, quiet now, in desolate hour
Is not the heart attacked, the heart that breaks.
Where has it gone, all of my earthly power
those visions of grandeur and of vanity’s pride?
Lay here with me, quiet now, in desolate hour
Categories:
catheters, introspection, life, heart, betrayal,
Form: Terzanelle