GPA Poem by MarshallI knew him well. Ten years attached to his clinic like a stethoscope dangling with ailments I knew the carpet threads The old painting on the wall The posters on rheumatic fevers Pains in the chest, nurses call And the vague smell of antiseptic cream Liberally applied over every visitors hands I knew all those dangly instruments and probes Designed in the middle ages And given a stainless shine just now Bright and sparkling. I knew his receptionist too quite well Her big b***s, had just a button undone But I had xray vision and a sharp brain to imagine Tropical island and coconuts I knew his voice, his signature His way of asking questions And his way of checking the big fat book Of pills and potions that held his practice together Every time he called my name out In the reception area He always said it funny: The Gass rhymed with a donkey And never with a glass. ( I corrected him many times) But as old as he was his memory could not hold my correct name for more than 3 seconds. He won. On leaving his clinic, I always wished The Tropical Islands goodbye-and winked That 'just cured wink' like I knew how to collect coconuts! It never worked in ten years But hope is not a medical condition. Thank you. Author NotesHa ha. Please check out ISBN 9781493137848- my new book published last night. The Trilogy is better than all the poems I ever wrote. Unashamedly, promoting my book, currently on Amazon.Com and soon on all e-books. Thank you. © . All rights reserved, 2 months ago© 2014 Marshall |
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