When scenes unfold before glass eye,
eye becomes God, God freezes life.
Superstitious types declare photographs
steal snippets of self;
I would give anything to press a trigger;
invert glass to my temples
discard lightweight Nikon magnesium body
replacing with steel
to steal away my soul.
No, this is not a suicide attempt
but a lifesaving procedure
designed at preventing 'round-the-bends...
wreckage lodged between mouth and gullet
trap cathartic carsick retching
of metallic, phallic, unfabricated emotion:
not-yet-emergency call
9-9-9 has ceased in lucky number stakes
I want to run to hospitals,
robramraid
a gastroscope to findseeclear a way
Unpalatable as it may taste, eighteen years
slowly shaved away in field medicine biro-tube
thoracotomy therapy
I would give anything to wake up tomorrow morning with a lovely, sore throat.
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