Sunday, October 31, 2010
Two more poems
full of bodies, full of hours, germs and old magazines
but above all full of wait is the doctor’s office
a simple door separates
despair from hope
but it takes an eternity to pass the wooden barrier.
meanwhile the bodies have to endure the
smell of drugs, body fluids and death
the organs emit sounds of pain, worry, regret,
vows of behavioral changes, religious promises
and wishes for mountain air
however the bodies have to wait
for answers, miracles,
while their circular thoughts and
desires return as flies to illnessless times
as the minutes and the hours pass
the bodies have time to dream with a power doctor
who would liberate them from the pain, from the fear
that the wait has enlarged
If at least the pain would wait too…
All I want is Celebrex (Published in Blood and Thunder, Issue 10, Fall 2010).
I love horses, the sea and the stars
But I can cope without rides, sailing or watching the sky
Yet, I can’t live without the prosaic Glucotrol for my diabetes.
I would like to read more poetry, travel to France, make corn bread
And teach small children how to dance,
But today my only desire is for a pill of Midrin for the bounce in my head.
My happiness in life was growing roses and walking on far away beaches,
Now I would change all my scarce treasures
For a dosage of the strongest Celebrex to ease agonizing joints pain.
I love to love, I love to live, I love to give,
But I can’t enjoy anything while my body dies