Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Waiting Room




Waiting Room

The woman in the bunny pants
is  most patient of the patients;
waiting seems her nature.
Maybe these appointments 
have become her only outing.
She's going out among 'em, 
as my old dad used to say.
Among whom, I always wondered;
now I know: the dead, the dying,
the sinner sick of sinning, 
the patient weight of living 
all too much like drowning.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

C is





C is


The worm in the apple,
A poison blooming,
Anchored, spreading roots.
I am become Amazon,
Shooting down the fruit.

Prune this garden;

Slice and shrink,
Burn everything away!
Burn the worm from his house.
Burn all except the wood
And the spirit of the wood.

Leave the spirit of the wood
For future fire.