I dreamed

 I found myself alone at sea

With only waves for company

And when at last i came ashore

There was no one

Just as before

And so i set myself to sit

And wait for him or them or it

And on and on with candle lit

Waiting for saving from perils pit

Until, at last i had to quit

To quit the sit be done with it

So up i stood

And got to work

I built a house

A home

A circ

-it of work like no one’s seen

I shocked myself

It was obscene

And convalescently i schemed

For rescue would not be

And sure, inside i dreamed away

I dreamed a horse a man a day

A day when he would come and say

‘You’re free. Let’s run away’

‘Be mine. See me and make me great

And care for me with arm and plate

And give me kids 

A home

A great

Many things 

I hate 

The many things i

Claim to hate

Im not a damsel

Times abate-

-ed long now past that

Fettered dream

A dream of home

And love of scheme

But no man yet has made me queen

Sure ive done the deed 

ive deftly dreamed

Put wig on pig and called it clean

But i cannot lie no more 

ive seen

Where that path goes

What that path gleans

And though the knight hath come my way

With sword in sheath and heart to say

‘Be mine my girl 

lets run away’

No thanks.

I’ll work today.

surgeon time

Yesterday i watched a man get lungs

He had no lungs

We gave him lungs

Or rather the surgeon 

Gave him lungs

A brilliant man

With thready thumbs

That work on as the ECMO hums

And vitals steady sum

Held the scalped as a paintbrush

Deftly

Gently

ease

And care

And His instruments his paintbrush

As if no one else was there

never seen man 

Use his pinky

Used to stabilize the blade

guess id not seen dedication

Never seen a man afraid

And yet despite his fear was confidence

Was pride of pallid prayer

As he marched on to the morrow

For the patient lying there

‘Hey, lets focus on the patient’

‘Time spent

made up

Somewhere else’

And i felt bad for the fellow

jaw was twitching

Conscious self

He was nice and he was bright and 

he was gifted

To be sure 

For i had Watched him suture

Watched his talent just before

But talent isn't vital

In the trenches 

On the floor

No your talent leaves you naked

In the battlements of war

And i felt worse for the patient

And i felt the surgeon’s right

Even then as fellow trembled 

Fellow tailored through the night

And the surgeon made him stronger

Harder

Readied him to fight

And the fellow he was armored

Scared and shitting far from sight

‘Don’t waste time

Think of the patient

My record’s 60 minutes

Time"

"Time’s a ticking

Just get on with it"

Minutes life-

times on the line

And yet on the clock was ticking

And yet the patient, he survived

Survived to breathe again tomorrow

Breathe and beat and think in time

He will breathe again tomorrow

Genius bore him

Air in rhyme

And he's breathing

And his life breath

Surgeon sutures.

Close him.

Time.

Kid neys

 The hospital is my happy place

But when did that become the case

Or Rather perhaps became the case

The case thats

Down at

Base

At base

And down

At his

Base line

He’s Down

Fluid down 

Down

Its not fine

Still fine to 

whine at

Point 5 9

Or point 5 4 and

Point 5 2

Those kidney

Kids cant

Do.

Cant do

Cant do

Thats Not his base

Line 

line’s more like

Point 3 9

But point 3 9 post

Kidneys

Plant 

His body’s

Sicko

Phant

But see he’s also

3 years old and

He likes blocks and

He likes trolls and

He was watching some odd cartoon

But looked up

Eyes like

Moons

God i love that 

little kid

I dont even know him

dare not

Did

But hes got me round his

toddler 

twig

Of a finger

Dont bring her

Id sing for 

Him

While we ex-

tubated

Graded

Him

Hes got more guts than

Half this place and

Nine tenths of 

The

Human

Race

But its no race

Its commonplace

Born 2 much guts

Kidneys 2 few

But we fixed him.

Fixed him

Kidneys new

Would love to see

Cre-

At inine

Seen point 

three 

two

Hes on the floor

We’ve done whats due

But God 

I wish i

Wish i

knew

Wish i could trust

Could trust my

Self

Im not good enough to

Touch that shelf

But here i am

With BUN’s 

And pharm said something 

A tacro and

Potassium 

maybe 

Maybe a 

phos

A phos and setting

Fluid loss

So let him sleep and

Let him be

Oh kid

A baby 

Hes only three

But we need to fix him

Fix him see

Cre

At

inine

Point

3