Surgical Poems - Poems about Surgical

Days after the surgery I was not myself. A millennium of stuttering expeditions through metallically gleaming brain-tunnels illuminated by a flickering sixteen millimeter movie camera shuttered my wandering soul. The hospital was empty except for one pretty nurse, and a few demented ghosts---their exposed bottoms gawking like beluga whales from the cracks of ice-white gowns. I walked the bare corridors on spindly legs borrowed from an old...

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Stars blink out; another dawn triumphs over a defeated night. The wounded and dead hidden by time zones. Echoes of a brief brutality, too far off to rattle backyard grills and beer cans. Let us lift up our hearts in song to drown out the drone of arrowing smart bombs, for we have taught our ears to un-hear. the distant dead, their surgically dismembered...

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The stars wink out over suburbia another dawn has won over a distant night. The defeated and dead as always, hidden between time zones, a brief brutality too far away, and not enough to smear backyards and beer barns. Upon my morning walk I lift up my heart in song. A soft breeze drowns out the drone of smart death, the quieted blood of the gone, leaving only surgically dismembered...

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Surgical Procedure Medical migraine exhaled pain Life lived in all the wrong lanes Doctored Degree the hidden fee ...

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A surgical scissor cuts To heal a man out of sorts The surgeon operates the malignance To remove the cancer of belligerence...

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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...

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My life is on your hands my doctor I Don't know what to do and not to Please feel my pain, my grief, my woe Please do your best and little more I trust to God and you my dear But heart has covered with sense of fear...

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Accepting the fact that you never come back my way, After you hear all the confessions I have to say, Knowing that I should have never crossed that line, Whether things were going good or bad, I knew we could make them fine, Didn’t think for a second about how you really feel about me, Did only what I wanted and...

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Driving to my designer job Pondering my authenticity Ready for a surgical strike Against the imposter of me Bay doors now opening Missles armed, blinking red Has a non-approved thought Ever entered my little head? Missle lock acquired The target is red hot It’s hasta la vista baby Looking down for the shot Flack all around me now As I scan below New Balance, Levis Countless brands and their salvo Holy...

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