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 Poem #38Time to write a lousy poem.One that doesn ’t work on any levelNo flow, no rhymeSpirals into a core of infinite complexityA din of terrified cacophonyGuttural groansFrom depths of hellPrimitive utterancesNonsensical, sensicalRepetitive patterning Sing song, sing songTra la la la la, la la la la la laA melody, a symphonyA smilingNow laughingHa-ha ha-ha ha-ha Laughing with all the others.Eyes gleamingFaces looseningLips and tongue shaping Speaking, words, speakingWords and then linesLilting along as rhymesIn ever accelerating cadencesCompletely and wholly connectingThis will be the one I don ’t showTo anyone else.One just for meWhenever I start to thinkIt's too all too muchThank you very muchI've had just about enoughIf it ever comesto that, the hope is,I wont have to read it alone3/15/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - March 15, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs