Resonance and Fear

hospital blue cotton suit,

feeling ready for this,

table lain

resting arms head in clamp

mask screwed over

field of vision diminished,

at your request music playing

to drown out whatever,

automated table draws you in,

it starts with

magnetic thrum

waves of sound

that offer no comfort,

gets louder and louder,

expecting a rip in time

so the brain they are photographing

can see and be part of

the history that creates our soul,

abstract thoughts show as synaptic

fire,

ghost shadows of words

not spoken or written,

time almost at a standstill

louder it gets,

in this tube white walled

a medical torpedo

to be discharged,

behind a screen

they where looking and seeing

not a face and flesh

but it’s transparency

bone and internal softness

compacted to fit,

it is done

once done glad of silence,

you wait these days for a sign

and sat with doctor it comes

age travels to different parts

progressive but relentless

and now that brain

so visual in it’s ways

is showing early signs

Better Bad Days

vinyl stuck to skin

shirt off made rough bandage

fuck man slow it down,

Chevy been on 85

what seemed a long time

worn suspension crashed and thudded,

cause of wound a .38

shit i said the guard was armed

black seats sticky

blood pooled into cracks,

just park up man

i won’t implicate you

mom will understand

it always will be me

fuck this hurts

what can i do

just stop the car

engine idled exhaust plumed

dust from tires

i will be ok go

sun filled windshield

a light to go to

it hurts Mikey

should i stay

go i won’t face a long stretch

i love you man

drivers door mirror

reflected

a face dying

as he began to run