the Y incision

the Y incision

A Story by delapruch
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when they do cut you open, make sure you bring something to read.

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the scalpel comes down slicing as it goes, opening you up in the room filled with those that spent years of their lives studying how to slice open others & lucky you!  you have volunteered, in one shape or another, and now you lie there alone and cut open, naked as the day as you were born, gushing & bleeding for all the world to see.

 

but what you told johnny

bout’ what you did with jenny

just doesn’t seem as funny

when you pictured it with bennie

& now that connie, bonnie, lonnie &

that tawny, trannie, tommy

are all in on that grimy dirt,

ya know ya wish ya made dessert

for all the folks ya hurt

but don’tcha’ go n’ disconcert

or even change that ballet skirt

for the buds that ya love

are like little morning doves

ya know they fly in when they want

& then they fly away when they’re stuffed

 

the doctor hears you mumbling something that seems to irritate you & of course being under, he can’t communicate much, but he does want you to shut up so the rest of em’ with the tools in their hands can continue chatting about yesterday’s intense game of golf and how henderson, wretchfield & mahonney, though you all have never seen them play before, lived up to their legend---18 under par on a par 72 course.  all the fairways hit, all the greens too---and 1 put for each hole. 

 

n’ while those sky blue eyes flicker

your mind surfs waves, a drifter,

pulling you back to all your worries

bout’ yesterday eatin’ curry

n’ still seein’ bonnie on the side

while bennie & johnny were your clydes

n’ now you got yer eyes on georgie

whose been askin’ bout the orgy

n’ been workin’ out all day n’ night

trying to tone n’ the speed of light

 

“what we have here, gentlemen,” says the surgeon in charge, “is a jane doe who has been hacking big ugly phlegm wads in the face of fate---if you believe in that sort of thing.  our plain jane has been mixing mucho amounts of sexual activity with mucho amounts of blow, and you all know that s**t don’t go for too long now, before the body just says ‘no,’ and checks out.”  

© 2011 delapruch


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Added on June 13, 2011
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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..