Friday, February 29, 2008

Poem From Christine

UTAH in the Hospital

There was flapping in the hallway
screeching in the lab
plastic cock-a-roach a’ crawling
amongst the food so drab.
Utah was a’ wailing
strummin’ on the lines
of IV tubes and catheters
in hospital ragtime.
He’s carrying his rubber nose,
a bit like Doctor Patch,
organizing patients
with laughter and dispatch.
He isn’t wasting any time
he’s using every second
to learn and live and glorify
because he’s always reckoned:
Whatever mystery unfolds
be it hell or heaven
roll the dice and shout aloud,

“Seven Come Eleven!”

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