Revised work
surgically altered.
Capscium Plants
sworn to secrecy
>Gardenia pressed dollops
pulled from under the bandages
flickle folics
the finger braces
>are flung from her fingertips
attempting to escape contractures
of fluidity
a disonnance of nerves
>and precisely
splinted limbs
precisely move through the sanded
smooth plastic orifices
>collide in her midst
at points of intubation,
cooling the cpu
implanted in the brainstem
>flamenco measured
electro-stimulations along dead nerves,
and shreadded
muscle fibers
>her late autumn hair
a hair piece
superfluous and
covering the sites of incision
>twisted in soil
and uprooted from the scalp.
then braided
to resemble sutures.
>Outside Cubicle
curtained off
with vellum
scribbled onto
>Little men and women with repetitions of lessons in subterfuge and
practicing intensely therapeutic
regimented
>destruction ..
between their subcutaneous injections.
and piggy backs
on stainless steel gurneys
>Little wars for little figures
tightening the laces on their corsets
and never throwing away the knot
that ties the chest to the hips
>plays on every corner
pulling their lives into shape.
in a less hurried manner than
colonies of lepers,
>couriers pushing plastic news
as to any form of reconstruction.
to the dead pool in the yard
that covers over the drowning victims
>debutants sparkle under
stethescopes, tongue depressed
over teeth born of
metal posts and ceramics
>a fish bowl ping-pong game of chance
as surgeons take turns operating,
the strings
are sewn into the brain
>the over rated stuffed animals dangle on the wire
having been removed, victims of the biopsy,
with nothing wrapped like
organs transplanted from cadavers
>mad elephants and lion tamers the circus has come to town
everyone behaving strange, staring and whispering,
without giggles and bounces
cosmetic adjustments to various portions
>reading faces with criminal masks and hiding the truth I observe
as to there being a designer pill for every occassion.
although chained
to motorized wheelchairs
>they need to believe in anonymity
their statistics contained in numbered files
with slats of floor board locks
heaped together with crutches
>individual smelling sins combine to a stench
of disinfectant, mixing it up with room freshener
before the big sweep
and the lighting of votive candles
>they wear motives as medals and preversions are the latest fashion
covering up various new failures of the flesh.
in broom dances
dangling their afflicted legs.
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