#slices
Slices of My Body (that are never seen)
………………………………………………
with scalpel, with ultrasonography,
the cutters cut, the technicians bombarded,
pieces and images of my internals sent to the
laboratories that are never seen…
well hidden, behind technically sounding
signs and very locked doors, the analyses, were
performed to better explicate my unusual
symptoms that had never seen …
to aid and assist the medicine men, whose
fingers thrummed and beat time to my
puzzle pieces, my unpredictable internality's,
imperfections, that contravened, internecined
with each other, so they cagey convoluted my
diagnostic definition of deficiencies humanistic
that are never seen seen…
*And I asked them about love, the battles within,
the damages and defeats, the ecstasies & injuries
that are never ever revealed, though not so well
hidden deep as one would think, visible only by
magnification and sonar doppler waves, reluctantly
they spoke of things, imagery, colors decoding,
that are never seen*
*"your blood flows patent and compressible, that's good,
but at various points in your life, volcanic eruptions
were regular occurrences, and the impacts resulting,
their his~stories were soundly astounding, revealing,
of passion passing so overtly dangerous, nearly
incomprehensible, that repeatedly reveled, indicative of repeated waves of survival and recovery"*
"that had never been seen"
*"And various times for periods lengthy and abbreviated,
you loved ferociously, with reckless disregard for your
sanity and sanitary, when and where the blood did not flow to parts of you, and the dead capillaries are with dried flows
filled with extruded, solidified lava love, forever closed~beyond reparation"*
"that had never been seen"
This information was delivered to me, by them,
with great hesitation and trepidation, thinking,
that this would prove most shocking; unbeknownst
to them, neither the action/reaction, of my love~affairs,
nor the the largest of their consequences, the varied
resultant effects that their researches revealed
were things, felt, palpable, extant, truly real
That the damages to my heart were significant,
and my body's own attempt to salvage, to save,
were evident, but succumbed time and time again
to the shock waves of explosive concentrations
of love's disruptions, that prevented substantive healing
came as no surprise, for my poetry of all year's past,
catalogued the travails of my travelogues, and even
though some,
as old half a century ago, well preserved,
were they, they were! in
both large and microscopic elements within,
of them:
were line and linen
items of my life, wrinkled, worn,
but well recalled, cherished
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
The ground is
littered with orange peels
and the stain of citrus
is in the air.
Tender and juicy is the love,
I share my slices with you
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 10:13 AM UTC
Do you want a slice of cake,
might keep you going just for now.
But as you are not used to eating,
you have the hooves we'll keep the cow.
The modern world is dying younger,
unlike those in the poorer east.
Who die through lack of food and water,
we're dying because we're obese.
In this modern city arena,
it seems our portion is the more
free health and overwhelming safety
but we save that small slice for the poor.
The waste is massive, over burdened,
tons of food are chucked away.
As we stick to our sell by clearance
just think for what so many pray.
Do we need such a massive slice,
even half would fill our needs.
The west gets fat the east is wanting
scrubbing around for scraps and seeds.
So next time when feasting in McDonalds,
and washing down with large milkshake.
Try and see your own reflexion
and you'll see whom eats all the cake.
Before you leave that busy food-hall,
just have a quick look in the bin
and you will see the unholy waste,
perhaps you'll also see the sin.
The slicing of this planets cake
seems to be divided wrong.
So cut it into a fairer slices
and send it to where it belongs.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC