HOLD THE MAYO!
(’91) – I wrote this during one of my 38 visits
to UCLA Medical Center for radiation treatments
against the Big C, prostatewise. (I won a temporary
reprieve.)
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-Death…
-A patient crocodile
in my private lagoon,
eyes the feast…
-Poet meat,
pre-seasoned delicacy,
to be served rare
a molecule at a time,
hope by hope,
despair by despair.
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