"hematoma" poems
Two weeks ago I got in an accident while mountain biking. I broke my collar bone and fractured my sternum. Abrasions covered my back, my hip had a puncture wound that turned into a hematoma and was swollen 2inches (I couldn't wear pants for a full week). I hit the ground with such force that air was forced out of my lungs and into the sack around my heart. I spent 18 hours in the ICU and three more days in the hospital after.
A long time ago I crashed. I crashed after you left. My ribs were caving in and making it hurt to breath, my cheeks burned, I swore to god my heart was never going to be okay again. The pain in my chest was incredible. The worst pain I have ever felt was when you left.
I flew over my handle bars two weeks ago and rolled down the mountain and still your absence hurts me more.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I smell *** everywhere I go.
In the air,
On cafe counters,
At bus stops and on sidewalks.
I taste it in your coy smiles
and backward glances
while he wasn't looking.
Sand and salty skin,
lips with no teeth behind them.
Blood rushes and swollen parts.
I know I will ruin you
from the inside out.
This is how cancer feels.
Love isn't always soft as sighs,
slow and careful cobweb touches.
Sometimes it's mindfucks,
riding crops and hematoma.
Ask napolean about the pyramids
and you will hear the
words of a true ******
These words, just cockroach
legs swarming around the rotting
chicken bones underneath
your stained mattress,
ancient and ugly,
feeding,
defiling,
consuming.
This now we are sharing,
my now of writing,
your now of reading,
are they the same?
Another day alone
as I decay into
a great big
pile
of nothing
and
somewhere
out there
is a ****
that will
finally
make me
happy.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
today i'm in the ER
trying to treat an 89 year old woman
babbling in an obscure urdu dialect
that baffles her translator
her grandson found her so annoying
he locked her outside last night
in zero degree weather
first pushing her down
giving her a subdural hematoma
well, she is kind of annoying
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 1:12 PM UTC
This is ONLY a Thought About the Strange possibility Of something that Might Happen to Anyone of Us.
What If.... someone spread a rumor about you , or me and or he or even she, having "passed away" , a rumor that wasn't true. Selah ( this means to Stop and think before moving On.)
What if on occasion someone would revive that old rumor and "spread the "lie"(s)...Again .. Selah ..... ( stop think )
and after a while yet longer had passed ( Absolutely No Pun intended )
someone found the "old lie" and spread it Until it became viral, Viral , VIRAL. ... SELAH
what if YOU or I or He or even Ann B. Davis happened to be "pondering the lies and How and or why these thing EVEN start and or how to Stop such things" and while doing things around the yard or the house Even taking a shower , and Thinking about such things.
You or the rest , Fell and suffered a Fatal Sub-dural Hematoma.
....the cause they say of the ACTUAL DEATH today of ANN B. Davis ?
...would you be More Careful about Spreading rumors in the Future,
Selah
Well.... Would You ! SELAH
- brain M.O.G.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
There’s a war on,
ya morons!
Shortages everywhere!
There’s a shortage of
sanity, of clear thought
here!
Hell, they’re rationing
everything these days!
No one will pay your
******* cab fare either,
so, find your own *********
way out of this ditch!
Stick your sonuvabichin’
thumb out, hike your
skirt up, show those
******** some of the pink
stuff.
That’ll get ‘em,
or maybe it won’t,
who knows,
who cares,
who gives a circus-elephant ****
Not me.
I don’t give a ********* cerebral
hematoma about what happens next.
I just want to get out of here
and see how far I can get before
the radiator blows and my eyebrows
are singed off.
Jesus Christ in a ******* boat!
Ah, **** it!
I’ll see you in the morning.
***
-JBClaywell
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC