Victory

he pops the tiny psychotic string

down his gullet, chewing enthusiastically,

the sweet tooth demanding satiation...

and it's one of the greatest sensations

of his life at this moment, so many

others may hate it but the joy

it brings him is nothing short

of immense...

the sound of the bell ringing was

probably the greatest sound he

ever heard along with the applause

that followed from the crowd of

onlookers...

the hell has ended, and the

next round of hell follows...

bill rectification and trying

to return to the oilfield that's

now the land of Diablo but in

the complete reverse...

eat, drink and be merry for

tomorrow we return to reality...

but in this current modality,

the symptoms are at peak

performance, running him

into the ground because that's

the purpose of poison after all...

and he wants everyone to

Wang Chung tonight...

Wang Chung even if you're

living in the tenth level of hell...

maybe the psychotic strings are

affecting his gray matter negatively

even though he's some distance away

from the nearest third street...

but despite the persistence of

these melancholy thoughts and

these forlorn feelings, the bell

rang out melodiously...

the dozen rounds of poison pumping

are over and that's enough to celebrate

victory for the moment...

two fingers upward, forefinger and

middle finger, spelling vendetta against

the disease that still constantly

resists a cure...

the victory is huge, 

but the fight will continue

until his dying day...

and the bands play on,

and the black licorice

remains ever so sweet...

drop the forefinger and say 

the words of resistance to cancer

Author's Note

Finished chemo today, and so the words manifested