The Tumor
Last night, I watched a podcast
the man with the highest measured IQ
and I was pleasantly surprised
He looked and acted like a sane bloke
his views were an echo in my mind
best of all, he was like me, working-class
but had read the classics
his laughter was infectious
two hours well spent
His idea of God was how I think of God
there is good and evil in the world by
those who do not believe in the law of
nature and think they can ignore what
is fundamentally true
I woke up early following the thoughts
of the man with a high IQ and enjoying
my solitude, when the workers began
their day; those who are employed in
offices start their day at nine. nicely
dressed and in warm rooms
I had to see a cancer specialist at ten
Yes, I have a tumor on my thigh, and it
needs to be operated on
I accepted this news with calmness
befitting my state of mind, it is not
the first time a tumor has appeared
and dealt with through surgery
I liked the specialist and my doctor
no sentimentality, only facts, that´s
the way I like to live
I fell asleep,
beneath the trees,
their leaves wept,
as I slept.
I now know,
I will go,
someday it's true,
beneath the moon.
Stars will cry,
I'll say goodnight,
close my eyes,
to a rooftop lullaby.
Still, somehow, a man of purest valor:
From nothing flees - please, add Hard Labor.
In labor finds his fun and ardor,
At home nose for wild beasts’ odor…
But he can’t lectures give on Labor:
Exactly where he’s got no valor;
Merely keeps repeating “Field Labor
Johnson shall continue to savor!”
To this moment, some man of valor,
Towards challengers walks no armor,
Sometimes wearing a smile of humor:
A ship sure to berth at its harbor.
Now, sad battles with a brain tumor,
Valor to end with a tremor,
A wonder he still retains humor
Right eye on son, his left on labor.
Reflected light is shimmering here,
finding me floundering in my fluff,
gazing at this shattered glass
as I dance, dance away, away.
I cut my bare toes -
sixty steps to the minute,
those sixty seconds, sixty seconds:
click-click, tick-tock, bop-bop.
Your shine dims like a dull, dull dime
in my battered brain, seeing the blood
on my toes, as they dance, prance
on the shattered shimmering glass.
A battered brain is shapeless stuff
that lets me flounder in my fluff.
The shattered brain sees shattered glass.
They'll take this tumour away.
Will humour return, humanity remain,
once I've danced, pranced
for those surgical folk in masks
who'll take knives to my brain?
(6/7 Feb 2023)
Our love is like a tumor;
It grows and grows and grows,
And that can be so wonderful,
unless it’s on your nose.
Our love is like a tumor;
It makes me want to shout,
But after six months, baby,
It’s time to cut it out.
Our love is like a tumor;
It started out with ease,
But now it feels a lot more like
A terminal disease.
Our love is like a tumor:
A surging love, so great.
But it’s become disfiguring;
It’s time to radiate.
Humor Tumor
Laughing Cells Rampant,
Smiling Exiting Tears by Slant
Cant, Skewed View Triumphant!
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It takes ten legs squeaking in sneakers
And eight rubber wheels heavily humming
On the checkered sparkling linoleum floor
To move a boy with a tumor
From one hospital floor to the next
For emergency tests
One nurse one doctor a technician leading the way
Mom and dad
Trailing the speeding parade with teddy bears and balloons
And faces full of frowns surrounding a white crib
And a mobile I.V. tower
Thrashing like an octopus fished from water
Whisk
Kicking down the hallways
Onlookers flattened against the walls
Get out of the way
And as all this passes by
From the corner of my eye
I see a creature on a gurney
Unattended
Parked to the side
Fossil of old woman with her head resting
On a mop of white hair
Everywhere
Her skeleton face framed like a crazed witch
No longer Queen dancing in the ballrooms
Toasting friends writing checks signing up her volunteers
Here she is
Abandoned
Vacuuming the stale air through her purple pursed lips
Eyes locked on my boy
Make way
Make way.
Tethered to you by an
Umbilical cord of blame
Massive heart attacks
Of rejection serrate
Ripping through vagina of hate
8/10/11
.
The neighborhood
is stirred as if
by a fiery furor.
Everyone trembles,
gasps with horrid
horror
as, at last, he clasps
and cuts the culprit
tumor
long ailing him with
tingling, painful
tremor.
Fatal to him now
to commit the slightest
error
when all he really needs
is just a sense
of humor!
.
My Life As A Tumor
There is a rumor
that you are engaged now
to a big fat cow
who looks like a sow.
After I spent my best years
hanging out with your sour kiss
and now I'm not even missed.
Each day it's truer and truer
that life's just a load of manure
and I'm the biggest tumor in it.
looks like im posting
that means im home again
youth bruiser crewman
the neighborhood is stirred
as if by a fiery furor
everyone trembles, gasps
with horrid horror
as, at last, he catches and cuts
the culprit tumor
long ailing him with tingling,
painful tremor
fatal to him now to commit
the slightest error
when all he really needs is just
a sense of humor.
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