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the Sunshine Academy
by Steven Kenworthyyou are
so close i can feel your weight causing an ambulance like imbalance
in my mattress that i miss
most you
take up most of my dreams most of the right side mostly
i wish we could fight over the covers while half asleep.
sickness,
in a constant battle versus sleeplessness the ferocity
in whole armor i think, i feel
i feel the war has just begun it's a brisk virus where i watch the warm
the fever is setting in, the winter is rolling in
you are standing out.
too far away
in a summer coat
in the crowd best friends are making plans for hot dinners together
cool designs to cover what you can.
this most natural disaster is artificial, punctual & lasts only,
approximately a few months.
approximately painful procedure.
into quick bandaging,
impatient, i'm a sort of patient who, of course i want you now.
a wreck i am always posing for front pages,
headlines, i am aware.
the bold print that follows me around stumbling
organized & ready for my
spine twisted day it's romance with broken feet
& doctor has been saying, walk
run, this is "you being fixed" to be broken
again but then
we'll save what's easy for the pain killer addicts &
heavy drinkers because tonight i,
want you to be alone for you
i,
want to be alone for you. and i want you. so bad,
but i
don't want to be where you are right now. & when
i am finally there the skyrockets and things
will always, forever
be taking off.
an airbase,
box springs.
then again,
in sleeplessness and casts
you could be the perfect mend
sutures, clamps.
attach me to the good hinges of you.
my heartbeat.
this though is not a last goodnight a duvet kiss
this is, not limited to, but nothing more than
hope faith belief dreams
anticipation & make believe &
aspirations and the good anxiousness in words
attached to too many medical references.
all of it
a lot like the painting that sits in front of my hospital bed
red & brown
appearing to burn
the medical dictionary
the words and interns have ideas
they make potions
to make sure the entire thing doesn't fall apart at once, like
shredded aortas, scattered organs
above that. we can be above it all watching operations
take place.
11/07/2006 Author's Note: believe it or not.
Posted on 11/07/2006
Copyright © 2024 Steven Kenworthy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 11/07/06 at 11:00 PM Of course I love this -and it IS optimistic, although I am probably working from a disadvantage having never seen the show!!! But lord, the stories I have heard... |
| Posted by Marina Dawn on 11/10/06 at 01:08 AM perhaps not so much artificial as arbitrary. create catastrophe hoping the wrecked world outside will force us inside. the line "attach me to the good hinges of you." is pretty much perfect. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/11/06 at 03:39 AM Really--quite an amazing extended metaphor--the title has an optimistic glow--you almost forget the title, but it's there. As well as the understated optimism I love the self-referential humour-- "words attached to too many medical references". So funny and smart. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/12/06 at 04:21 PM Obsessions like this are sweet sighs. I love your focus in this Steven. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/21/06 at 05:58 PM of course it's optimistic. i get it! open heart surgery 101, babe. love IT! delicious phrasing, as always -- an ambulance like imbalance
in my mattress that i miss
most you, -- wow, love the word combos... brisk virus -- YES, you lovesick puppy...., you could be the perfect mend
sutures, clamps.
attach me to the good hinges of you,
my heartbeat -- favefavefave line in ages.......recipe for sunshinelove -- slap on the surgical gloves, perform the just right operation, mix up the just right love potion and slap on liberally. ;)PK |
| Posted by Rebecca Andre on 02/23/07 at 03:23 AM as someone who works in a hospital and is an avid fan of grey's i have to comment on this one as well;)
your Style of writing is ...breathtakingly simple.. one comment (i think it wasjohn kary) said something to the effect that it was before word separation and labels, that it transcends current language and i have to agree. It feels a bit like meditation when reading because there is such an underlying Wholeness in the image flashings.
fave imagery;
so close i can feel your weight causing an ambulance like imbalance
in my mattress that i miss
and;
you could be the perfect mend
sutures, clamps.
great stuff! |
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