and the pen somehow,
handy, asking to let it
lift me up, higher,
off the floors
(no need to ask, beans will be spilled later or sooner)

the inter spilling need, time, the urgent lead,
discovers myself writing/\rhyming to ease the entry,
and the fuzzy errata line on the meditative
medical diagnostics drama,
makes the minions (minyan, almost)
of Medical men,
pronounce a blessing and a question
in one gutteral
exclamation!


mmmmmm

they say,

can you be
a touch more helpful,
A few nuggets of precision,
to obtain a diagnostic decision,
in the definition of this condition reversed perverse

What ails you our blue eyed
daughter of a major hospital
beneFactor,
Whose satisfaction
is slightly more than mere desirable,
kinda
the condition of our continued employment!

my heartbeat irregular,
sometimes I am high and sometimes low,
having fallen in and out with a perfect man,
fools and poets, decry, this disinheritance,
this period of my disenfranchisement

when my vote did not count,
so I count time in clumps,
moods of alliterative
pump 'n dump,

and add to my occasional
poetic hissy fits