Tuesday, October 05, 2010
The Hyphen
When he was diagnosed with a disease containing a hyphen, interest grew within the hospital.
Physicians visited from departments which had no
hyphen diseases.
A group of doctors even came from Buffalo, asking him questions and texting their impression to each other.
They further asked him to recommend a strip joint
and he told them he knew only of Peaches Flambé,
a Gentlemen's Club, but only because Channel Six
had interviewed neighbors objecting to sex
in the parking lot.
This news inflamed them, so much that one apologized,
"It's all the snow."
It proved time for his cocktail of drugs which brought him diarrhea and hallucination. An hour later the nurse administered the countervailing dose bearing
constipation and headache.
One day they told him he could go home and he did.
He put the drugs in the freezer because throwing
them into the toilet would be a toxic, thus antisocial, act. Friends came by with herbal teas, a few of which
he actually liked.
A year later he went for tests and they told him
he no longer had hyphen disease.
He went back to his apartment feeling comme ci
comme ca.
Death would come someday, of course, checking
into a local motel and watching a football game
with the sound off.
Then leisurely walking over, knocking softly
because of the late hour.
When he was diagnosed with a disease containing a hyphen, interest grew within the hospital.
Physicians visited from departments which had no
hyphen diseases.
A group of doctors even came from Buffalo, asking him questions and texting their impression to each other.
They further asked him to recommend a strip joint
and he told them he knew only of Peaches Flambé,
a Gentlemen's Club, but only because Channel Six
had interviewed neighbors objecting to sex
in the parking lot.
This news inflamed them, so much that one apologized,
"It's all the snow."
It proved time for his cocktail of drugs which brought him diarrhea and hallucination. An hour later the nurse administered the countervailing dose bearing
constipation and headache.
One day they told him he could go home and he did.
He put the drugs in the freezer because throwing
them into the toilet would be a toxic, thus antisocial, act. Friends came by with herbal teas, a few of which
he actually liked.
A year later he went for tests and they told him
he no longer had hyphen disease.
He went back to his apartment feeling comme ci
comme ca.
Death would come someday, of course, checking
into a local motel and watching a football game
with the sound off.
Then leisurely walking over, knocking softly
because of the late hour.
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