Time for empathy. / Time for empathy? / Collect a complete psychiatric history. / Plus, medical history with dates of diagnosis and current medications.
My heart is not a lacy valentine. / It is an anatomic pump / Engineered evolution / Strong walls of long runs
Discarded plastic suffocates a distraught sea creature, / innocent plight recorded by faceless figures for apathetic amusement.
I dreamed of you when I was young / Open wide, stick out your tongue / A degree instead of a strong, young man . A future with stethoscopes was my plan
I wage war on you for you have let my eyes see; / I respect you, for you hold true to your decree. / But, I fight for those who lost purpose to your creed.
Am I crazy? / I walk down the street and my ears fill with noises / And sometimes I run until my vision gets hazy.
You say that it’s my choice? / So therefore I can choose? / I just cannot believe, / Those words you just used.
Life is a collection of stories / Housed within us all / Pages of precious memories / Plastered upon our walls
Climbing the steps one foot at a time \ He fell short of just one. \ But it is a part of the paradigm \ So I convince him that his journey is far from done.
She said, / “Doctor: / I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but / I really want to get pregnant.”
It was pink / like the flowers he buys his wife. / It was not uniform.
The motor commands that choreograph speech are a privilege to possess, though I frequently find myself thinking / about silence, / and the reasons for which I may choose to leave it unbroken.