Joe Black
Joe Black
Jan 11

I want to be with you


What's the matter then?


Doctor said you do not exist...


Relax, neither he does.

Anne entered the room
where the doctor was
with Sister Paul;
I followed behind.

Ah there you are,
said the nun,
the doctor wishes
to see if your leg stump
has healed sufficiently
to try on
your artificial leg.

The doctor looked
at me:
why is the boy here?
He said.

Because if he isn't here
I ain't,
Anne said.

It invades
patient privacy,
the doctor said.

If he goes I go,
Anne said.

The nun pulled a face:
it's how she is doctor,
Benny won't
get in the way.

All right,
the doctor said
unhappily,
lie on the bed please,
he added.

Anne handed me
her crutches
and lay on the bed.

The doctor pulled up
her dress and looked
at her leg stump
and felt it.

The nun looked
on frowning.

I stood by looking
at the doctor.

Does it hurt?
He said.

Most of the time,
Anne said.

Does it hurt
when I touch it?

Course it does
what do you
fecking think,
Anne said moodily.

Language Anne,
the nun said,
sorry about that doctor.

No need
to apologise
I know
what children
are like,
he said.

He fiddled
around more.

How long
are you going
to be touching my stump?
I told you it hurts,
Anne said.

The doctor sighed
and pulled down
her dress:
best give it
another few weeks,
he said.

He went over
and washed his hands
in the sink.

Right Anne you
can get up now,
the nun said.

Anne sat up
and gestured
for me to give her
her crutches
which I did.

Anne said:
can I go now
or do you want
to touch me again?

You can go Anne,
the nun said
eyeing her angrily.

Anne got off the bed
and crutched herself
out of the room.

I followed behind her
down the passageway
a bad start
to another day.

A BOY AND GIRL IN A NURSING HOME  IN 1959
#home   #girl   #boy   #doctor   #nursing   #1959   #nun  

The malady of age
and the dangers still ahead
aches and newer pains
some, just inside my head

The doctor prescribes
pills and other things
to him I'm just a number
waiting in the wings

The TV tells me of drugs
I should use and try
I tell this to my doctor
he readily complies

I know that big pharma
is ever in control
pushing every remedy
they ply, sell, and extol

I wish for blissful dreams
of painless nights and days
a human type of guinea pig
chemically played

Wondering, only in periphery
of smaller type not read
dying of the cure
Pharmaceutically fed

I think every drug has the following warnings, "may cause diarrhea, or death, or death by diarrhea". :D
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V
V
Dec 28, 2016

Once a young girl ate a seed
That fell off a giant blue tree
Feeling like an old sock
She talked with a doc
And he told her "A baby's in ye!"

My little sister loves this story :) even though she already knows how babies are made, she still thinks all of the folktales are interesting.
#apple   #tree   #sick   #humor   #baby   #doctor   #seed   #sock   #pregnant  

Today, I want to sink my chest into yours.
Your heart pumping blood through my veins for a bit, mine doesn't want to anymore.
Let's trade.
I'll put my brain on ice.
Wash this skull cavity with some minty fresh chemical while my wrinkled pink mother board discovers cryogenics.
When I place it back Into my tingly, almost numb now, chemical washed head
I will still feel heavy.
I want to turn to a whisp.
Like the Night Elves in World of Warcraft.
A floating blue orb of energy
Just a spirit, weightless.
Let me live as electricity, like that spark you felt .
Like that spark they all felt.
Place me in the power lines so I can power houselights and televisions.
Let me be usefull for something again.
Don't convert my head though.
Keep that on Ice.
Better still, creamate
everything but my heart.
Let the ashes get caught
in carpets and drain pipes
Kept in little ziplock baggies,
Tucked in a wooden box,
Kept back seat of my mothers car,
So she can hold it once in awhile.
Until she parks her car in a bad part of town
And a homeless man breaks in
Doesn't steal the gps, or her wallet on the front seat,
But snorts me three hours later
Thinking he just hit the jack pot.
That's where I want to be.

In the lungs of some car burglar
Where his addiction should have been,
coughing on my ashes.

He won't get my heart though.
Keep that frozen in a white room.
Smelling of copper, by a tray of tools,
Latex gloves and paper masks.

One day, thaw it out
bring life to someone.

#love   #depression   #life   #heart   #death   #macabre   #angst   #wow   #doctor   #wisp  
V
V
Dec 3, 2016

Hello, said you.
Hello said me.
Whats wrong you ask
I smile, nothing
You glare, Do not lie
I grin, But I'm not
You huff, Talk to me
I sit like a robot
You write in your book
my actions, Im sure
But I wont share my thoughts
with this talking doctor

#mental   #emotions   #sick   #doctor   #mute   #shrink   #therapist  
Lunar Love
Lunar Love
Nov 11, 2016

a lady of colorful blood
prepped in white uniform
she'll put your heart back together
whenever you feel down or torn

she deeply loves a boy
as if he's from her books
way past his words and actions,
way past his looks

ointments of her embrace
and her medicinal laughter
she dreams and doesn't know it
but she's already a doctor

sometimes her puns are die-worthy
yet sometimes they give life
she cures with her compassion
and bandages the strife

people give her their sadness
in return, is happiness, she gave
all will be unnumbered--
those lives which she saved

i liken her to the sun
i liken her to the stars
i liken her to the brightness
outshining the scars of dark hearts

she's no plain jane
she's no ordinary girl
i brought her into my life
and she brought healing to my world

this one is for jane, one of my closest, and literally the closest because we're in the same university. i love you so much jane richelle. especially on my birthday this year; without you i would've been a little down but you picked me right back up! i love you. thank you for being my friend and my healing!
#love   #girl   #friend   #friendship   #healing   #thankful   #bright   #doctor   #medicine   #jane  
Lawrence Hall
Nov 3, 2016

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

Following a Path Worn by Pilgrims
                         -Doctor Zhivago, p. 75

No one is first along a pilgrim road
Other footsteps began our journey for us -
To Bethlehem, Emmaus, Damascus –
Wherever the heart is centered in hope

Someone has stepped on this cactus before
And sat on that rock to pull out the spines
And muttered about the indignity
Of a holy man pestered with stickers

But humility is part of the search

Because

No one is last along a pilgrim road

Merope Angel
Merope Angel
Oct 31, 2016

The bones betray me,
My stomach lining
Thinned out by you
Mister Doctor, can you heal me?
I swear, I won't be mad at you.

I can't control you, but I'll control myself.
Whatever shall we do?

You delay the surgery,
Give me pills.

Mister doctor, I want to walk again.
Mister doctor, sorry I'm poor.
Gotta girl on my Facebook page with a similar name, I know she'd never be treated like this, do you?

No...
She'd be back at school
Way too soon
There to boast and whine about her race making her less equal to you

And what am I to do?
Mister doctor, I feel mad.
Mad to think that I can ever heal.
Mad to think that I can heal too...

Literally like just bad knees but I feel like I'm waiting to die. Poor and Mexican looking with a Spanish name. I never been given equal treatment due two these factors. I'm being as strong as I can and I just care for myself alone. Haven't talked to Dr.John since I lost my job.


Inspired by Macklemore
#mad   #doctor  
Noah A Baker
Noah A Baker
Sep 28, 2016

I hate resorts and I hate vacations.
I hate birthdays, I hate celebrations.
I hate pop radio stations and I hate cajun seasoning

I hate New York I hate the feeling,
I hate being a tourist I hate sightseeing.
I tried being happy I tried doing the right thing,
Until I tried smashing through the glass ceiling and broke my hand on the concrete.

I thought an apple a day keeps the doctor away
I figured out that he's just running late on the subway

first draft, will continue it, thoughts?
I recently visited New York with my family. These are my thoughts after seeing the Big Apple.
#apple   #new   #big   #city   #york   #doctor   #subway  
 
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