a journey of awareness
Atrophyand now that the hand is gonethe fingers are numbthe thumb will not graspthe paintbrush or the penand now that the handspasmodically flicksas if disembodied from the willwrong keys on the computernerve endings act on their owntapping morse code without meaninglike the empty-headed cosmoswhere myths played connect-the-dotswhat can the brain recognizeas blood vessels in the eyeballsshrink and elongate dark splotcheshoneysuckle or deadly nightshade[Disposable Poem April 18, 2010]Dr. Mike
Yes, yes. The middle path.Btw, don't know if I ever mentioned it, but I repost all your blog entries on my tumblr page. Gotta spread the love!
Atrophy
ReplyDeleteand now that the hand is gone
the fingers are numb
the thumb will not grasp
the paintbrush or the pen
and now that the hand
spasmodically flicks
as if disembodied from the will
wrong keys on the computer
nerve endings act on their own
tapping morse code without meaning
like the empty-headed cosmos
where myths played connect-the-dots
what can the brain recognize
as blood vessels in the eyeballs
shrink and elongate dark splotches
honeysuckle or deadly nightshade
[Disposable Poem April 18, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Yes, yes. The middle path.
ReplyDeleteBtw, don't know if I ever mentioned it, but I repost all your blog entries on my tumblr page. Gotta spread the love!