D Connolly Jul 2014

You said
The most brilliant thing
You said it was
Like a heart surgery
But he was only a
Surgeon in training
And had neglected to
Mention beforehand
That it was only
Exploratory cardiac surgery;
And it was just for his
Simmering curiosity
(He couldn't have carried
Out a simple angioplasty?)

That he cut the aorta
That's what you said
And his curiosity subsided;
And he left as you bled.

Someone I know used a brilliant metaphor the other day.
CharlesC Feb 2014

New damage
new separation
and stitching
awaits sealing
and new union..
Knife and fork
breaking bread
for inner rising
in new strength..
Surgery on high
removed a rib
Eve's attraction
urges re-joining..
A line reading
linear distortion
yearns for
whole in-sight..
Surgery creates
and stimulates a
New Day...

Sy Lilang Jul 2014

Minsan magtataka ka
Sa kung paano nagsimula
Ano ang dulot o sanhi?
Paano ang bukas
Kung ang ngayon ay wala na.

Makitid ang daan
Patungo sa kabilang espasyo
Malayo sa drogang gamot daw.

Naryan ang nars
Ang sekretaryang nanghihina
Mga eroplanong papel
Simbolo pala ng iilang humihinga.

Takot at may kirot
Umuusbong ang sanhing nakakasuka
Mga imaheng kilabot sa sikmura
Walang nakaririnig
Mananatiling pipi't bingi
Kahit sandali, kahit sandali lang.

Itim ang kulay ng pag-asa
Naroon ang pangarap
Naroon ang solusyon
Tila nag-aabang
Sa kakarampot na grasya.

Akala ko may cyst ako, lycoma raw tawag sabi ni Doc pero kailangan pa rin alisin.  Second minor surgery in my life.
S R Mats Apr 2015

The staff was shocked.  I being the
Only patient to ever do yoga stretches
Afterward on the gurney,
My recovery time was cut in half.
Now to deal with this pain!
Writing my Meditation . . .

Best sleep I've had in years!

So . . .boy was I still under the influence of anesthesia when I wrote and posted this!  Woe, pain is really kicking in, now!
Lucy Tonic Sep 2012

Someone’s got it in for me
Cause I’m not symmetrical
Tried to tell them what I think
Cause what it is I’ll never know
Spotlight makes my skin crawl
Just like their flawless tactics
Never meant anyone harm, but
Chemicals unwrapped my lips of plastic
What a strange sensation
When the devil really makes you do it
What am I paying for
I swear, the devil made me do it
Someone’s got it in for me
Cause I’m not balanced
Tried to tell them what I think
Amid shredded calendars
Wish my heart had a radar
So maybe I could make them see
If faced with such evidence
What would you think if you were me
To top off the weird union
Was a glimpse of a picture
You bet your life he showed you off
As a conquered freak in the tincture
Spent years crawling under rocks
Paranoid and spastic
Then one horrid night
Chemicals unwrapped my lips of plastic
What a strange sensation
When the devil really makes you do it
What am I paying for
I swear, the devil made me do it
I went out of my body
Then I went out of my mind

Tallulah May 2013

"Count to ten"
one, two, three, four
Someone closes a door
I'm surrounded by masked men

A gleaming silver knife
I hear my angel weeping
A mechanical cruel beeping
A sick, metallic life

Everything is so white
Am I dying?
&, if not, why is she crying?
She swallows, "Don't follow the light"

If I'm the Doctor,you're the nurse
This surgery couldn't get any worse
Until I find out I'm not a Doctor- or a Miracle worker.
You're so close from pulling the red right out of me
Now you made it blue
Like the artificial coloring dyes
I really can't say goodbye

Lilly Bug Sep 2011

It's like stepping up to a golf ball.  A white glove grips my left hand and an 8 iron dangles in my right. I slowly screw my tee into the moist ground. I place the white ball upon it. I think of the possibilities of what could go wrong when I strike the ball. I aim. I breathe. I think: back straight, arm straight, mind straight. I exhale. I swing. Then watch and wait, like hearing that sharp drone and waiting for the flat line to waver so I don't have to say, "I'm sorry, but there were complications."

Kate Lion Feb 2013

We've made iPhone covers for our hearts
So we can pretend that we're just texting when it feels awkward just connecting,
face-down on the pavement of another human soul.

rained-on parade May 2013

Go in, don't come out,
and do not rise again.
Go in, do not open your eyes,
never again.
I say to myself as I breathe in the ether,
slowly watching the light above me blur and the voices suddenly merging
with the sinfonia in my head; I hear nothing and feel absolutely nothing.

The doctor will cut into me with a ten-blade and I am sure of the awe
when he sees, I have no heart but an ersatz trying to pump sensation
into my body; he will ask for another opinion and call in some more
to witness the shriek and horror and miraculous and amazing
show in front of them; there will be a flash and my story is put into
pictures to behold forever-- in books and minds-- coalescing reverence
and pain in a never-ending cycle.

The girl does not have a heart, they will say; ask me so when I awake
but I am sure, I will not for I have made it clear
that I shall marry into the nothingness of a comatose alliance.

Go in and do not come out, I say to myself
constantly, so that I drift away into the abyss and never see myself home.
Because you don't want me here, there, anywhere.

I do not have a heart. Not anymore.
Ashley Kay Nov 2012

I was given the chance to change my face
Pull back the things I was trained to hate
With the nickname dumbo they taunted my ears
Or smirked when I let my hair be fastened up,

I gave the doctor 8000 dollars
To rearrange them
With needles
And a respirator,

Until they were sociality fixed
Deemed appropriate
And pinned to look perfect.

John Newman Dec 2013

Take a piece of your skull out of your head; it’s time to put in new tiling. Our organization skills seem petty when the maid forcing our hands is peering over our shoulder. That makes it third person. However, you must put yourself in the first person. “Stay in the moment to stay alive” they say. The mess in your room spreads into sections and within sections, objects, each of those objects reminding you of a different time or segment of your life. Past, present and future tenses are assimilated into each object’s aesthetic power. That power forces reconciliation upon your mind that lifts you out of the moment, or as some would put it, drags you down into the hole away from the moment. That’s why we made the sunroof, get some light in this dark room we use to store our cluttered thoughts. Not only that, but now we can lift ourselves out. Fuck the moment, I’m a messy dude.

Alice Feb 2014

What if something goes wrong?
but... I love you

What if your career ends forever?
but... I love you

                                                      What if you die?

                               but.... No, you wouldn't do that... Right?

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