mrzablowdowski

bohemian like you jumpin in my jammis for a little extra
to dandy warhols
cuz i like you
i owe a little explaination
and roomies on the road
see. a scar can put meaning in your life
vicious thug or a skilled surgeon
i can remember the look on his face
dr. whateverhisnamewas
dread. profound fear.
months of symptoms relayed and explored
poked. prodded. scoped.
came at last to hands on my neck. one touch
you know yourself. you know if something is wrong
if you piss blood. something is wrong
trust me. you know
the good doctor had discovered a tumor
so limousine service
through all our socialist institutions was afforded
the finest surgeon, protege and assistants met
and left me with a three inch slice and frankenstein's staples
and all happened so fast. it's left in a haze. biopsied
i guess the mean part comes in time

an overwhelming response. the agency.
provincial cancer agency
and the advanced state of the disease
and the advanced chemotherapy protocol of eight months
repeated and relentless poison toward death
death of the cancer cells
death of the cells
death of you
hey!
don't get me wrong now.
dose
chemicals so volatile it was kept hidden in a brown bag.
chemicals the day-glo colour of vinyl hot pants
hot florescent streams of pee
a bucket in the fuse panel
i remember the look on the face of the nurse
walk out the front door of the agency
sun hit like a hammer. my metal. the anvil. projectile vomit
in the flower bed. she says
you better come inside and have a gravol
i remember the look on the face of the nurse
doing her best to get the intravenious in
by that time my body knew it was coming
veins doing their best to get out of the way
and it burned. it burned. burned a blister from the inside out
poked. prodded. scoped. poked. prodded. spocked.
a couple of rides on a flying doughnut
i remember the face of the doctor
emergency in northern nowhere. knocked out of service
by the common cold. teeth chattering uncontrollably
he cracks a grin. cold eh!
i remember the faces of some of the clients of the agency
dread. fear. release.
grim no. not completely
remember there is a smoking room in the agency
remember the symbol of the agency is a daffodil. regard
remember there is this thing. compassion
compassion the sweet sister of passion
overwhelled to the point your as low as you can go
and blood keeps coming out of places that it never came from
before
you ask "when is this going to end?"
it ends
and your left to recover
and that's another story. ten years have gone by
they never use the word cure. all it is is one cell to start
odds with time on your side. mean.

meaning? the closest. a fatty. vanilla ice cream. gold vinyl couch.
like the buddha.
reduced to not much more than lips and asshole
sweet. sour. best with chicken.
life is short. enjoy