Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
title is obvious
...even when it hurts.
*
strapped to the chair
'open wide'
not quite feeling ,like Dustin Hoffman in marathon man., but pretty close.
Sure they numb ya --but before that --they prick ya with pain.
drilling deep into the bone structure of said smile--
'you're doing good...'
YEAH RIGHT!.
Words of affirmation taking up air space--not for the victim in the chair
but for the steady hands profiting from my obedience.
Pull them all out-- i dont need to smile--
matter of fact-- I can do without speech--
O yeah---theres that...Food.
Food---
the substance that reaches some hearts.
food--
the fiber that liquefies and solidifies said smile.
Surely pureed food mushed into gums would not work.
Food--
the tempest of my palette.
Food
the vice that feeds more then the hungry--
and less then the hungry...
food---
of which spiced wars ensued--
food--
OK...
I aint no bloody fool---
*
so she suffers obediently strapped by sheer will.
counting --breathing...dreaming....dreaming...
'are you always so nervous?'
"Ium a NewYawker we're high strung."
'I can prescribe something for ya next time.'
(ok--i play dumb well--Oscar worthy-- yet--them Valiums would be more for you then me.)
"Will they help the pain?--I mean--it won't really make a difference if I am relaxed and still in pain?"
He lies---
"ummmmmmmmmmmm--Yea...it should.'
*
I hide my glee for the chance to get some mellow yellows...
I hide my glee for a script yet another --to hide my pain.
Keep Smiling...
even when it hurts.
slp
*
strapped to the chair
'open wide'
not quite feeling ,like Dustin Hoffman in marathon man., but pretty close.
Sure they numb ya --but before that --they prick ya with pain.
drilling deep into the bone structure of said smile--
'you're doing good...'
YEAH RIGHT!.
Words of affirmation taking up air space--not for the victim in the chair
but for the steady hands profiting from my obedience.
Pull them all out-- i dont need to smile--
matter of fact-- I can do without speech--
O yeah---theres that...Food.
Food---
the substance that reaches some hearts.
food--
the fiber that liquefies and solidifies said smile.
Surely pureed food mushed into gums would not work.
Food--
the tempest of my palette.
Food
the vice that feeds more then the hungry--
and less then the hungry...
food---
of which spiced wars ensued--
food--
OK...
I aint no bloody fool---
*
so she suffers obediently strapped by sheer will.
counting --breathing...dreaming....dreaming...
'are you always so nervous?'
"Ium a NewYawker we're high strung."
'I can prescribe something for ya next time.'
(ok--i play dumb well--Oscar worthy-- yet--them Valiums would be more for you then me.)
"Will they help the pain?--I mean--it won't really make a difference if I am relaxed and still in pain?"
He lies---
"ummmmmmmmmmmm--Yea...it should.'
*
I hide my glee for the chance to get some mellow yellows...
I hide my glee for a script yet another --to hide my pain.
Keep Smiling...
even when it hurts.
slp
i b is
the gentle matter
that this life
greets
comes not in the moments
of solitude --nor mingled with shared
breath
but
on the wings
at rest .
far from the hungry predators
eye---
far from the notions tongues
of suspiciousness deride
of wings at rest.
slp
that this life
greets
comes not in the moments
of solitude --nor mingled with shared
breath
but
on the wings
at rest .
far from the hungry predators
eye---
far from the notions tongues
of suspiciousness deride
of wings at rest.
slp
