for Naomi.

I am the face down person you saw on the way to the brown lounge,

where the coffee and the Styrofoam cups sat open,

wedged between People magazines of aging starlets. Yes I was that one

you turned your head quickly not to notice my white gown riding up my thigh,

my wristband unintelligible. I was like you, in love once, then I remembered

how it was a kind of emergency. A sort of chemo, love was.

Whoever said that love would cure you hadn't hurled themselves

against the campus floor. That's it! Love is a sweeter  radiation. You lie still as can be

as not to harm the surrounding tissue, and just your heart is targeted.

And the beams hurl, hurl themselves at you until you believe that light

can make you better, as the debris of you spills off and is caught in bags

that are changed every hour. In the other room an

Asian with small hands who you think is Jesus by the way she says

"it's time" calls you by your last name. There are things that burst

under your tongue. Sublingual things, like grapes

or vomit lozenges, and the single rose your cousin left for you has gone on,

laying face down as you might,

always.

Reviews

[Chunky the urban book a..]

Digging it...come check my 3 chapters on my book what goes around comes around

[h d e rushin]

thanks Chunky the urban book....I will check your latest chapter out my friend...dana

[Olivia]

i love this piece, it is just awesome and impressive

[h d e rushin]

thank you Olivia.....missed you....dana

[Blue]

Wow. Just wow. I don't know what else to say.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Blue for stopping in to visit me....dana

[Ken Simm.]

Simply this poem moves, educates, redeems and brings to the absolute fore the atmosphere and realism I have come to expect from you. You know you are a Master don't you Dana?

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear brother for those kind words....dana

[writing mojo]

there is a tone here that reminds of the smell of hospitals and flesh that has that slight odor after being near a campfire..I get it Dana..not to sound arrogant and above all else, but i get exactly what you are saying. And you have that gift of reaching people to reach inside themselves and relate to your reflections in constant exchange. Your writing is three dimensional and has a mention roots or kin. You come into play as if to give homage to how you and all these lines dwelling between are crossed..I respect you for that architecture..excellent piece

[h d e rushin]

I've missed you terribly...thank you my dear brother for those kind remarks....dana

[Ed Hart]

it is a pleasure to watch the magic move through you

[h d e rushin]

thank you ed for the inspiration my friend...dana