early valentine's day wound for pete's sake (nasty ass mesh-related infection & love)
chadwick
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a poem written for her by me, chadwick. this short story tells of a diabolical umbilical hernia, bullshit mesh-related infected guts, intense emergencies, professional foolery, hideous & insidious alliances, abdominal wall reconstruction, synthetics, embedded biological matrices, good car rides, all around kindness & love for one another.
this is the story...
i told her
sometimes we argue
all times before a moon danced around
or stood stil just right out side our bedroom window
i in my pajamas
warm is the robe from christmas wrapping paper from under the lit tree
healing nicely slowly
i guess it was the infection that brought us closer together
"?you asshole,
did you fart"
sorry i have gas
put the fucking flashlight on the wound
i'll kick you in the face
if you throw gauze at me again
"you fucking stink"
i said sorry
"?what now im supposed to pack your wound & eat that fucking brown-ass-stink"
"that's fucked the fuck up, dude"
"it's looking better though"
"you know how a slab of steak looks"
"raw meat... healthy"
"some time ago
?remember swollen hot guts
i think that had to hurt"
a nurse (dressed in the old fashioned white mini skirt outfit) burst through the door
her chest clearly coming through
"you're a bloody ass bastard" was all she could muster (at the time)
"i notice you're listening like the grateful dead"
"saw 'em fourty-&-seven times"
"partly of those events... ?uh when did your IV come out"
"room 24, you're a fuck up"
that may be true sometimes, but i've a lovely, "get well soon," balloon trying to lift off
"you do have that, i'll give you that, you do have that"
all of a sudden i woke up feelin like dog-shit out in the street (?dog-shit resting in its place out in the street)
yeah ok... please a fan
i'm serious
i need a fan
i'm sick as fuck (sweatin like fucking balls crazy)
i'm begging over here
a cool wet cloth touched my skin
i about shit right then & there
?are you fucking forever real
that felt so good
please again
breeze a goin (something so perfect)
wet coolness laid across my forehead (something so perfect)
i was brutally & gently placed in a state of ecstatic tranquility
(skilled & crafty surgeons, genius & carnival like fun anesthesiologists, 47 or 22 car dealers' assistants, - each one with sterile tire pressure gauges, other railroad specialists, surgery room cold again because the thermostat is corroded... "we are all eroding" said a voice from a dark but fun corner that smelt of wet straw"
let us all (involved) not fade that memory away
again
a beautiful moon
i guess it follows her & her roads
she's in full or silver slivers
like a sky necklace (around me)
earrings the hills shine around her calling me by name
so many times she's cared for my wound(s)
"you'll get better, honey"
"can i do this for you"
"can i do that"
today it rains
i stood out there
moved a few recycling bins
felt fresh february showerings burst into joyous smiles when onto me the climaxing clouds did sex as the sky bathed my exposed flesh & clothing
it was glorious to be felt in this fashion
she'll add more sky
more rise
?what will be piled up onto me
she'll just stand there
gauze & saline in hand
"?have you had your medication lately"
"wow your ass stinks"
"that is some sewer-system you got built up down in your ass"
"your booboo doesn't smell though"
"?is this glossy stuff on your skin three dimensional adhesive (fixative removal badly needed but no one sells it) remnants or what is it"
?mirror & flashlight
i said, mirror & flashlight
"please would have been nice"
i keep forgetting im not nice all of the times
"well this is true, you're an asshole when you're awake & sometimes when c-pap"
that's enough of me
back to you lying across the sleepy-eyed moon
you got the songs
your bag of tricks
with silk kites hovering
coasting seabirds mingle with doves around turquoise steeples draped in delphiniums' meaning
last-night in the dark walking with her away from her childhood home
a stained glass front-door actually flexed as if water currents pushed & pulled
i thought you were having your shower
i was wrong
you are my nurse
this is the story...
i told her
sometimes we argue
all times before a moon danced around
or stood stil just right out side our bedroom window
i in my pajamas
warm is the robe from christmas wrapping paper from under the lit tree
healing nicely slowly
i guess it was the infection that brought us closer together
"?you asshole,
did you fart"
sorry i have gas
put the fucking flashlight on the wound
i'll kick you in the face
if you throw gauze at me again
"you fucking stink"
i said sorry
"?what now im supposed to pack your wound & eat that fucking brown-ass-stink"
"that's fucked the fuck up, dude"
"it's looking better though"
"you know how a slab of steak looks"
"raw meat... healthy"
"some time ago
?remember swollen hot guts
i think that had to hurt"
a nurse (dressed in the old fashioned white mini skirt outfit) burst through the door
her chest clearly coming through
"you're a bloody ass bastard" was all she could muster (at the time)
"i notice you're listening like the grateful dead"
"saw 'em fourty-&-seven times"
"partly of those events... ?uh when did your IV come out"
"room 24, you're a fuck up"
that may be true sometimes, but i've a lovely, "get well soon," balloon trying to lift off
"you do have that, i'll give you that, you do have that"
all of a sudden i woke up feelin like dog-shit out in the street (?dog-shit resting in its place out in the street)
yeah ok... please a fan
i'm serious
i need a fan
i'm sick as fuck (sweatin like fucking balls crazy)
i'm begging over here
a cool wet cloth touched my skin
i about shit right then & there
?are you fucking forever real
that felt so good
please again
breeze a goin (something so perfect)
wet coolness laid across my forehead (something so perfect)
i was brutally & gently placed in a state of ecstatic tranquility
(skilled & crafty surgeons, genius & carnival like fun anesthesiologists, 47 or 22 car dealers' assistants, - each one with sterile tire pressure gauges, other railroad specialists, surgery room cold again because the thermostat is corroded... "we are all eroding" said a voice from a dark but fun corner that smelt of wet straw"
let us all (involved) not fade that memory away
again
a beautiful moon
i guess it follows her & her roads
she's in full or silver slivers
like a sky necklace (around me)
earrings the hills shine around her calling me by name
so many times she's cared for my wound(s)
"you'll get better, honey"
"can i do this for you"
"can i do that"
today it rains
i stood out there
moved a few recycling bins
felt fresh february showerings burst into joyous smiles when onto me the climaxing clouds did sex as the sky bathed my exposed flesh & clothing
it was glorious to be felt in this fashion
she'll add more sky
more rise
?what will be piled up onto me
she'll just stand there
gauze & saline in hand
"?have you had your medication lately"
"wow your ass stinks"
"that is some sewer-system you got built up down in your ass"
"your booboo doesn't smell though"
"?is this glossy stuff on your skin three dimensional adhesive (fixative removal badly needed but no one sells it) remnants or what is it"
?mirror & flashlight
i said, mirror & flashlight
"please would have been nice"
i keep forgetting im not nice all of the times
"well this is true, you're an asshole when you're awake & sometimes when c-pap"
that's enough of me
back to you lying across the sleepy-eyed moon
you got the songs
your bag of tricks
with silk kites hovering
coasting seabirds mingle with doves around turquoise steeples draped in delphiniums' meaning
last-night in the dark walking with her away from her childhood home
a stained glass front-door actually flexed as if water currents pushed & pulled
i thought you were having your shower
i was wrong
you are my nurse
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Today, this spoke to me:
a beautiful moon
i guess it follows her & her roads
she's in full or silver slivers
like a sky necklace (around me)
earrings the hills shine around her calling me by name
so many times she's cared for my wound(s)
Some of those stinky fuck lines I'm sure will grab me on another day.
A lovely ode to your significant other.
(Sorry she has to be nurse but happy you have her to do it and she is (seems) happy to do it!)
thank you for reading my writing, mister. it feels good to write again. it's been quite awhile since i wrote anything.
enjoy the rest of your day
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Not today Sir, Probably not tomorrow.............................................. bayfront arena st. pete '94
you're finally here and I'm a mess................................................... nationwide arena columbus '10
memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.................................... first niagara center buffalo '13
another man ..... moved by sleight of hand...................................... joe louis arena detroit '14
Chad had a hernia surgery on his belly which a few months later backfired into an infection.
And an infection surgery means an open wound afterward. Specifically 4' x 3' x 3' (deep)
So he had a hole in his belly that we thought we should rename "Barbie swims alot" ...
ya know, just fill it with water and bend and plop Barbie's ass in there
Let her float around with umbrella drinks or whatever
wet coolness laid across my forehead (something so perfect)
i was brutally & gently placed in a state of ecstatic tranquility
(skilled & crafty surgeons, genius & carnival like fun anesthesiologists, 47 or 22 car dealers' assistants, - each one with sterile tire pressure gauges, other railroad specialists, surgery room cold again because the thermostat is corroded... "we are all eroding" said a voice from a dark but fun corner that smelt of wet straw"
what a scene this conjures
"what a long, strange trip it's been"