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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Saturday, 04 October 2008 | |
 The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. IX, No. XXXIX With glee in his voice
My expert surgeon Announces That if the "scope" don't work He will slice me open To remove the stones
Then he smiled
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
 Starpoet 25 lbs ago
 The Contention, Second Chapter
the view inside and out
Shades of Difference
The difference between being dead
And almost dead Is that you can still walk sometimes When you are almost dead. Other than that,
One state is almost indistinguishable From the other. The poet is on the hospital bed, Dead or not dead? The audience cheers. Choose. Applause and moans
As I come back.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 lying there Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop by drop
We drive the poison From my body
Rain washes over gray skies,
Cleansing both soul and flesh; Tomorrow, tomorrow Is still tomorrow To be greeted with Turn the page, darling,
Somewhere greener, Somewhere warmer Where yesterday Is only a calendar. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 Boom! You're Gone.
defiance and disassociation
Crashing
I crash,
The world crashes with me, I rise, The world lags behind. I shall shower it full with poetry
Until it wakes. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 passing time
In the Drift
Caught up in the drift
Of meds and healing body, I taste time’s languid stretch As afternoon; Even if this is morning, There is no scent of night To disrupt the sensation. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 People tell about two lies a day,
or at least that is how many they will admit to. -- Bella DePaulo
listening
My Mother’s Voice
Is she dead?
-- my mother’s voice
As I collapsed in my early twenties. Where does it hurt?
-- The EMT checking me out
After being thrown from my jeep in the Poconos. In the hospital in
I could have remained unconscious, Slipping away without any clever last words. How many chances do I have left?
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 on our way to the end
Impact
Impact to impact
We struggle along, Refusing to notice Any gathering evidence Of the asteroid That will inevitably Wipe clean our slate. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 Men are brave enough to go to war,
But they are not brave enough to get a bikini wax. -- Rita Rudner
attempting to come to terms
How Shall I Say This?
How shall I say this? -- I almost died; Scant hours left, The infection enters my bloodstream. I remember waking up,
My bedclothes drenched, My body covered in sweat: The moment the fever broke, The infection stalled, And the probability of my departure Decreased geometrically. All I knew was I was thirsty,
Wet and chilly, and wondering If there were something on the television That might distract me until morning. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
Sharon stood beside me
Four nights running And I do vaguely remember Her holding my hand; But I have no knowledge Of what was real And what my mind was providing To shelter me from the pain. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008 Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.
-- Angela Carter
adjusting
Disengagement
I find myself strangely disengaged
From the possibility of my death, Even as my body toys With the ways and means To rip me from my existence. I know I was close to checking out,
But now I am not And I find my mind refuses to dwell On my fragile continuity. Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008   © Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2008.
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