Sunday, April 14, 2019

April 13, 2019 National Poetry Writing Month


We need a wheelchair in ER
Have you taken any aspirin?
Get the leads on now.
Is the doctor on his way?
We need to get these clothes off.
No, this isn't heartburn.
I'm going to need to shave down here,
We’ll enter in the groin then move up.
Yes, this is real; it’s called a “widowmaker”
Another 30 minutes and you’d be dead
Another 30 minutes
30 minutes

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