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A NameIf all you are is a name You can be disappeared.Just ask someone you loveTo say your nameOver and over and overUntil it becomesJust a meaningless word 2/12/22 (Source: Buckeye Surgeon)
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 12, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs
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Moral of the StoryI ’m in the phase of life when the moral kicks inMost of the relevant characters have already been introducedAnd a general adversarial tone has been establishedIf there was a turning point I missed itAll that ’s left now is anti-climaxAnd a long scudding denouementNow it ’s just lesson after lessonSmacking me upside the headAll the hard truths bursting forth like crocusesEager to be looked at and watered All that build-up and exposition for this?I ’m the hare getting whipped by a tortoiseThe unreachable, uneaten grape just before it spoils2/12/22 (Source: Buckeye Surgeon)
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 12, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs
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The Gravity of WaterWe ought to name our glaciersThe way we do our riversAnd white water rapids.Rain and snow are also kinds of river —Which is fresh water in its most natural state,Feeling the slant and flowing downhill,Falling until finding a level plain.But even here it isn ’t done,Dissolving the very earthThat would cradle its final fall.All rivers are handmaidens to gravity,Invisible Circe whisperingRunes from eager seashores.Man himself is 70% waterAnd we too are always trending downhill.I can ’t help it if I’m just Water flowing through you,Following the laws of natureFinding the cracksSeeking a level p...
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 9, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs
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Parts of SpeechWhat kind of word is love?Is it a noun, something we point To like a tree or a bird,The first cresting of a winter sunrise?Or is it just a sterile abstractionSumming mysteries we couldn ’t describe otherwise?There are those who say love is actionThat it must be understood as a verb.Holding your hand in the darkLashing you with wet spaghetti When you ’re trying to stir the sauce A glass of bourbon waiting for when you get homeAfter the boss forgot to give you a break.It ’s showing up, every single day. Bringing you coffeeFlowers at work Belting out Sweet Carolinein the sho...
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 9, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs
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RavenousThe earth does what it can to heal itselfIt has its own bag of tricks An assortment of medicinal potionsThat used to always work.Atmospheric ice crystals eventuallyGlom together into thick fluttering flakesThat coalesce into warm cottony blanketsFor a trembling world gone frail and meatlessNothing but skin and bones down here,Old boy, god help us all,Stripped down towns, liens and defaulted loansRusted out stamping plants with vast Empty parking lots stubbled with tufts of grass.Disappointed mothers, defeated fathers, Angry offspring who never visit or callHigh deductible health care plansCar i...
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 8, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs
