An easy-boy chair, papers and magazine stand. Squeaky white shoes, nurturing for my hand. Play the same arm, enactment of pierce. Frame my mind healing, plastic bags fierce. Squeeze again and more, orchestrate right. Hidden beneath milky battered flesh white. He says he finds it, certain he feels it. Me too, my joke, each jab calmly I sit. Breath over my tongue, brow perspires demand. His cart of needled confection, before me he’ll stand. Finding the one, a wine’s liquid crystal. Directing each note of this chemical pistol. Yanked from majesty, prodded and speared. Raw potato primed, edge of tenderness neared. Moving it slowly, he gets what he needs. Hooks me to more, trickling seeds. Red and fortified, irritation won’t speak. Forced and affixed, room spins, body turns weak. Disturbed state of consciousness, anguish that mends. Rapid counts run, affirm gift that ends. Forty-five seconds, destiny’s altered state. Modified cell division, syringed by fate. Back in, a cushioned recline of observation. Slow motion harmonies without recollection. When the healing promises its threat of destruction. Close both eyes to bless my tissue’s reconstruction. Organs play, toccata and fugue’s incision. Sight fabricated my mind’s healing vision.
An easy-boy chair, papers and magazine stand. Squeaky white shoes, nurturing for my hand. Play the same arm, enactment of pierce. Frame my mind healing, plastic bags fierce. Squeeze again and more, orchestrate right. Hidden beneath milky battered flesh white. He says he finds it, certain he feels it. Me too, my joke, each jab calmly I sit. Breath over my tongue, brow perspires demand. His cart of needled confection, before me he’ll stand. Finding the one, a wine’s liquid crystal. Directing each note of this chemical pistol. Yanked from majesty, prodded and speared. Raw potato primed, edge of tenderness neared. Moving it slowly, he gets what he needs. Hooks me to more, trickling seeds. Red and fortified, irritation won’t speak. Forced and affixed, room spins, body turns weak. Disturbed state of consciousness, anguish that mends. Rapid counts run, affirm gift that ends. Forty-five seconds, destiny’s altered state. Modified cell division, syringed by fate. Back in, a cushioned recline of observation. Slow motion harmonies without recollection. When the healing promises its threat of destruction. Close both eyes to bless my tissue’s reconstruction. Organs play, toccata and fugue’s incision. Sight fabricated my mind’s healing vision.