"congestive" poems
Fig Newton Vanilla Wafers
Like sand through an hourglass
The smell of Doublemint Wrigley’s
Gum that lingers in the air like
Your poltergeist hanging on a string
Chicken and dumplings
Christmas at your place
There were so many pictures and
Do you remember me anymore?
Quicksand neurons coughing up
Phlegm and congestive heart failure
Diabetic membranes hooked up to pacemakers
You’re kidneys were caustic waste bins
And you ****** yourself
Cancer Cancer
Don’t shut your eyes
***** and hypertension
Hyperventilation
My mother is crying
I’m crying
Don’t die
Please don't die
"She’s not responding"
"Somebody say something"
Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
And the emptiness now
lets the memory howl
and bang its head
off the sheer walls of never—
Engulfed in consequence as it rolls in
fog or smoke?
In any case—
lonely
looks like this--
numb and cool and slow-moving
grayish-white fingers
reaching for molecules of air
while the reign of suffering comes like fine drizzle
over
springtime over....
Desire perishing in a crisis of will
In the thickets of panic—
bronchial spasms expand seconds
at an open window
Choking, congestive, failure of heart!
in the face of what it means to be...
not being
...as I came into this world
breach and not breathing
to my mother’s horror!
Alone
Scrapping, gasping, grappling for breath
I love life
I LOVE-- life!
Love—
inexpressible, inessential fool of a child
Love ripped apart at the v
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
Catching semiotic holdings from a cow-licked brain ****
Matching periodic scoldings, from a plough of picked-plain art
Filled prescription left for digestive tracts dissolution
Milled conscription cleft as congestive cracks merge in illusion
Temporal reconstruction, as the Adderall seeps into place
Federal distribution, as the admiral heaps the case
Welled as the spineless listen to a cautionary thought
Held as a timeless vision of a stationary plot
Pillbox running on fumes, causing fresh hysteria to solidify
Paradox coming, dawn looms, pausing thresh, staging an area to demystify
Later, new levy forbids pawing fear, spoken rotten, a deloused baiting sound
Cater to heavy lids, drawing near the cotton housed waiting ground
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
when they came to see you
in the hospital
you gestured to my grandfather
to come near and
you whispered, "nicole".
when i arrived
you gestured to me to come closer and
you whispered, "i love you"
and when i thanked you
for your love
you whispered, "my pleasure".
and i wept.
your room is on the fifth floor
your husband of 64 years is on the seventh
victims of a broken hip and congestive heart failure.
i left you to go tell your dying husband
of your forever love.
i said to him, "what's a good lookin' man like you
doing in a place like this?"
and he smiled when i said that
he sure did pick
a pretty wife.
and he gestured to me
to come closer
and whispered in my ear
"it was my pleasure".
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
Message… by Jessie
Far away on planes not known,
Lingers, congestive thoughts of love
Pierce the heart with words not used
Sent on the wings of a snow white dove
Wrapped up tight in the soul of a man
And released slowly into air
The wings sail through the wispy clouds
Opened wide and feathers flared
Leaving a residue of star dust trails
While racing hard and fast
Fate is set in motion
The dyes have all been cast
Landing gently, at its intendeds feet
The message finely brought
Deciphered through the help of love
Words you’ve always sought
As you read, with bright blue eyes
The message of how I feel
Know it comes because of you
And my heart that you did steal
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
my life has changed forever
from normal, my everyday life now does sever
july 4th weekend, fireworks were going off inside of me
my racing heart had finally brought me to bended knee
afib, supraventricular tachycardia...
congestive heart failure was my flava'
rushed to the icu...
sign these here papers the doctor asked me to do
we've exhausted all medicines, all of them we've went through
i ask, can i call my wife in case i never speak to her again
there was no answer, it was the most scared and alone i ever felt then
icu doctors huddled and staring at me like i am a mystery
they shock me and send thousands of volts of electricity through me
the paddles burn and welt
my chest and back
my room filled with chaos it certainly did not lack
bells and alarms made my ears want to cry
lying there thinking....it was my time to die.
'Yours and everyone's concrete poet Part Deux'
👷🏻♂️
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
Here we go again . . .
December 31st 2021, sitting by the fire pit, surrounded by the dark clear sky of Utah. "This is the first time I truly feel happy. The first time I don't want to go to sleep and NOT wake up in the morning."
The next day my husky Nikko dies.
He was old, very old.
This year has been, not great.
First my rabbit Gizmo dies, a digestion issue.
Two months later my Chihuahua, Dexter dies.
He was old, congestive heart failure.
Four months later and Nikko passes.
One month later and now our last furry family member, Jazmine.
She has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure and is showing similar signs as Dexter did.
Did you know if you die all of your federal student loans
are discharged. That means no one has to pay them back. Lucky
me, I only have federal student loans. Sixty thousand dollars my husband and cosigners wouldn't have to worry about.
One week before Christmas break and I lost my job.
Nothing on me, just how things go I guess.
I'm still on great terms with my boss.
Student loan repayment plans starts up in February and I just lost my job.
What I am I going to do?
Whose lives would change if I just died?
I live across the country and don't talk to my family.
Nothing would change there.
We have virtual game nights, but I don't contribute to the
conversation. I usually just put my foot in my mouth.
Nothing would really change there.
My husbands family doesn't even like me.
They would probably be happy for their son to marry someone better. "Someone good for him".
My husband, oh how much I love him.
His life would change vastly. He would be sad for a little while but then he would move on. He could do everything he wanted. It was MY dream to move around the country. Not his. He could finally put roots down in the town we are living in or move back home to rekindle roots with old friends. He could do what ever he wants and not have to take my feelings into consideration, at all.
His life would change. He would be happier.
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC