deleterious mutation

one 

day old

freak show

 

mass 

of tissue

cartilage 

and fat

 

explosion of

nerves 

and ganglia

 

my skull

 

mama told the nurse,

oughta toss 

that thang into 

the incinerator

too late now

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

i've seen poets, best friends from my school days, go down that road...i've seen the road too, or maybe the edge of the bridge over the St-Lawrence...if you ever see yourself there, i'll be furious with you if you forget that lesson which you just taught me

[. serah .]

-- you are amazing... i won't give you an opportunity to be furious with me... i shall remain an anti-silence human stealth bomber... :p and patiently wait for you to write poems about your adventures with little Shaya... :)

[. serah .]

-- this note might be my perspective alone... -- i see the skull as that which contains the brain... and i read this heartbreaking poem as a reflection of those moments when we wonder if our problem is our birth... and if that problem manifests in our brain which makes us decipher the trauma in traumatic experiences... -- in the last almost seven years, i've spent a lot of time on thinking about whether i would be better off with a brain which was incapable of thinking and deciphering the intensity of trauma that i've been through... i've also spent an equal amount of time wondering about how the world would be different if i wasn't in it... -- i don't know if i have any real answers yet but what i do know is that when i read a poem which reveals facets of the human psyche in an amazingly strong way... i feel that a poetic voice must not be silenced... and that things that must be said... must be said... -- this deep reflection of yours adds depth to my understanding of my own psyche... i'm glad that i am here to read this poem... some of my burdens are halved just because i read it... and i am also glad that this poem gives me one more reason to not allow anyone to silence me... -- thank you for re-publishing this post, Maestro D. ...

[Ed Hart]

there once was a teacher, a creature
who taught in a manner of speech sure
his students apprised
with wide open eyes
this very new kind and of a preacher

[SkinlessFrank]

You scratch a teacher a little bit, and you'll get a preacher.

[...]

This reminds me of what corrections officers call "prison humor". Making fun of s**t is therapeutic or insane, depending on how you look at it. Me, I really enjoy laughing :)

[emmajoy]

Eeeek.. not the thing to read just before sleeping! Hate to say it though: is clever in a perverted sort of way.. brevity in the dark of night. Throw.away lines.. almost.

[J]

o.m.g. you make me laugh. [knee jerk reaction] knowing you as i do, gotta adore that edgy humor when it presents itself. priceless!

[patricia]

what do nurses know heh? we are more than our bodies. Thanks.

[asdarkeyesclose]

liked the way this builds with just not quite enough information. left me filling in the gaps! mutations and ganglia- i never know quite what to expect with your writing!

[Larry Dyson]

a mason jar has appeared and vanished ,,never to be seen again...also blood taken home to aid the grow of roses...eewwwww.

[Robin]

Nurse's have a strange sense of humour , but then that's probably a survival mechanism . and I am envisioning glass jars full of formaldehyde and what da's ?