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Mistake at Halloween
This isn't exactly my bag of tea, but here's a scarier anesthesia story for this season. Not a hopeful outcome for the protagonist; you have been warned. I also wrote this is one go and have not edited it even once; you have been warned about this, too. John arrives at the surgery center incredibly late. Someone had a car accident on highway 86, and it’s taken John an extra hour to get to his appointment. It’s embarrassing on general principle, but John’s also eager to get his colonoscopy over and done with. The preparation and time in the bathroom he’s spent over the last 24 hours hours have been extremely unpleasant, and sitting in traffic for over 90 minutes wasn’t what he wanted to be doing, either. John walks into the modern-looking waiting room. It’s small; this center only does proctological and urological stuff, and the waiting room is empty save for a blond-haired young receptionist waiting behind a white desk. John rushes over to her as she looked up. John starts apologizing;
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Medicine
I need my medicine
I'm acting a fool
I need to calm down
I need to be cool
It's happening again
I'm losing my mind
The longer this goes
The harder to find
I need my medicine
I need it now
I need to stop hurting
I need to calm down
It's gonna flare up
I'll say something dumb
It'll happen again
My heart will go numb
I need to calm down
I can't live this way
I need my medicine
I need it today
I've never been so normal
I've never been so fine
Now that I mention it
I'm falling behind
I've never been so emotional
Is this the real me
Is this who I am
Please don't let it be
I have feelings so vicious
I cry all the time
I can hardly control it
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Unborn Closeness
To my Unborn Child,
I will always love you as sure as sunrise. Even when my hormones drop back to livable conditions will my thoughts be filled with the closest of hugs we share, will my eyes tear up at the thought of you not connected to me. You should know all this, because the only way I can see my life is in the light of you, and this moment.
In the next few hours, something terrible is going to happen. I am going to let you go. And you, my dear sweet you, shall never be a rosy cheeked, giddy child, but instead my little angel. Your first shoes, I bought you, will be sold to Goodwill, never worn. And throughout all this there won’
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This poem was inspired by an open mic poetry reading when I lived in Seattle. I was doing a reading at a coffee shop. It was a relatively mild poem in my opinion, but afterwards the organizer came up to me and said she appreciated the effort but next time I read, could I please not read poems that had bad words in them, since some members of the audience were sensitive to that. I was really offended by this notion so I decided to write a poem that would offend as many people as possible and yet not have any bad words. It accomplished the goal too well, as after I read the poem once the cafe stopped holding open mic poetry readings.
I got the ultimate test when I performed the poem at Burning Man 2001. I knew I had hit when the audience at Burning Man groaned uncomfortably. Naturally I performed it without pants.
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