#xray
x-ray room sensory overload
scan the trouble in the hope that it goes
but it never ever does
I read your faux-punk movements
easily as I read the mirror's expressions
I'm sick of your questions
I thought I answered all I had to when I said I wished we'd met when we were both younger and naiver to the way of the world and it's tiny inhabitants that want to prove themselves all too brave; I'm as shameless as a dying something--anything.
I say too much to anyone but it doesn't bother me anymore cause I don't see the sense in staying any longer than I have to.
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 8:41 PM UTC
the lumy screen
x-ray mission
counting ribs
but courting what's in-between
trying to salvage disease
from the pardonable cage
use corrective attractors
drag them on the screen
and mould a mange of the dark spots
humble in an alcove
zoom in on the spot
take out your little skin leafed
pocket book
clean the cough from your throat
and sprout 'the working words of God'
a congregation of cancer cells
put in their place
medicine
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 3:24 PM UTC
If you saw an x-ray of my heart,
I wonder where you'd even start.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
I met a girl with X-ray vision.
She found herself quite smart.
Yet despite
Her fantastic sight
She couldn't find my heart.
There was an *****
that pumped blood
But surely there was something more.
So she climbed
Into my mind
And opened up a door.
There she found
Things somewhat profound,
But they were not of any interest,
So she rose
And found the words I spoke
In the chasms of my lungs.
She saw debate and
The arguments I fought
She saw what I cared about
But it was still not what she sought
Then she leapt into my hands
And saw all that I wrote
She tried to find double meaning
To the carefully chosen words
But there was no leaning
Or things of note.
So she gave up
But began to fall
For when asked what I cared about
My girl with "X-ray vision"
Knew that she didn't know me at all
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
The plump nurse
called my name
and I followed her
to the Xray room.
Take off your jacket
she said .
I took off my jacket
and placed it over
a plastic chair.
Have you a pacemaker
or medallion
around your neck.
I said I had neither.
Can you take off
your shirt please
she said.
I removed the shirt.
Lay on the couch
on your back she said.
I eased myself
onto the couch
and lay on my back.
Lie still please
she said.
I lay still.
She walked into
a screened off area
and did whatever she did
and a light came and went.
She was behind
the screened off area.
I was there alone
just the Xray and me.
Ok you can go
sit outside while
I check the film.
I dressed
and sat outside.
The waiting room
was packed and hot.
After a few minutes
she said
you can go
all is fine.
I got up and walked out
having been x rayed
by a plump nurse
On a hot day
in late May.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
I know I'm nothing, to you and to me
In fact if you did an X-ray you'd probably find a tombstone in my cold and dead chest cavity
I have tried resting but I can't do that reliably
Because my brain, while my most valuable ***** is sometimes, if not almost all the time
My biggest liability
My inability to remember is very hard to forget
Forged in foggiest messes is maybe where my head is currently set
I'd go to my own world but I'd be driven mad by being alone
I don't know what to do and what to look for in my own zone...
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC