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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. IX, No. XXXIX
Vol. IX, No. XXXIX
With glee in his voice
My expert surgeon
Announces
That if the "scope" don't work
He will slice me open
My expert surgeon
Announces
That if the "scope" don't work
He will slice me open
To remove the stones
Then he smiled
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
Starpoet 25 lbs ago
The Contention, Second Chapter
the view inside and out
Shades of Difference
The difference between being dead
And almost dead
Is that you can still walk sometimes
When you are almost dead.
And almost dead
Is that you can still walk sometimes
When you are almost dead.
Other than that,
One state is almost indistinguishable
From the other.
One state is almost indistinguishable
From the other.
The poet is on the hospital bed,
Hidden behind the curtain:
Dead or not dead?
Pick one.
The audience cheers.
Choose.
Applause and moans
As I come back.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
lying there
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop by drop
We drive the poison
We drive the poison
From my body
Rain washes over gray skies,
Cleansing both soul and flesh;
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Is still tomorrow
To be greeted with
Darjeeling
And a touch of smile.
Cleansing both soul and flesh;
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Is still tomorrow
To be greeted with
Turn the page, darling,
Somewhere greener,
Somewhere warmer
Where yesterday
Is only a calendar.
Somewhere greener,
Somewhere warmer
Where yesterday
Is only a calendar.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
Boom! You're Gone.
defiance and disassociation
Crashing
I crash,
The world crashes with me,
I rise,
The world lags behind.
The world crashes with me,
I rise,
The world lags behind.
I shall shower it full with poetry
Until it wakes.
Until it wakes.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
passing time
In the Drift
Caught up in the drift
Of meds and healing body,
I taste time’s languid stretch
As afternoon;
Even if this is morning,
There is no scent of night
To disrupt the sensation.
Of meds and healing body,
I taste time’s languid stretch
As afternoon;
Even if this is morning,
There is no scent of night
To disrupt the sensation.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
People tell about two lies a day,
or at least that is how many they will admit to.
or at least that is how many they will admit to.
-- Bella DePaulo
listening
My Mother’s Voice
Is she dead?
-- my mother’s voice
As I collapsed in my early twenties.
As I collapsed in my early twenties.
Where does it hurt?
-- The EMT checking me out
After being thrown from my jeep in the Poconos.
After being thrown from my jeep in the Poconos.
In the hospital in
Fairfax ,
I could have remained unconscious,
Slipping away without any clever last words.
I could have remained unconscious,
Slipping away without any clever last words.
How many chances do I have left?
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
on our way to the end
Impact
Impact to impact
We struggle along,
Refusing to notice
Any gathering evidence
Of the asteroid
That will inevitably
Wipe clean our slate.
We struggle along,
Refusing to notice
Any gathering evidence
Of the asteroid
That will inevitably
Wipe clean our slate.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
Men are brave enough to go to war,
But they are not brave enough to get a bikini wax.
But they are not brave enough to get a bikini wax.
-- Rita Rudner
attempting to come to terms
How Shall I Say This?
How shall I say this?
-- I almost died;
Scant hours left,
The infection enters my bloodstream.
I remember waking up,
My bedclothes drenched,
My body covered in sweat:
The moment the fever broke,
The infection stalled,
And the probability of my departure
Decreased geometrically.
My bedclothes drenched,
My body covered in sweat:
The moment the fever broke,
The infection stalled,
And the probability of my departure
Decreased geometrically.
All I knew was I was thirsty,
Wet and chilly, and wondering
If there were something on the television
That might distract me until morning.
Wet and chilly, and wondering
If there were something on the television
That might distract me until morning.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
Sharon stood beside me
Four nights running
And I do vaguely remember
Her holding my hand;
But I have no knowledge
Of what was real
And what my mind was providing
To shelter me from the pain.
Four nights running
And I do vaguely remember
Her holding my hand;
But I have no knowledge
Of what was real
And what my mind was providing
To shelter me from the pain.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.
-- Angela Carter
-- Angela Carter
adjusting
Disengagement
I find myself strangely disengaged
From the possibility of my death,
Even as my body toys
With the ways and means
To rip me from my existence.
From the possibility of my death,
Even as my body toys
With the ways and means
To rip me from my existence.
I know I was close to checking out,
But now I am not
And I find my mind refuses to dwell
On my fragile continuity.
But now I am not
And I find my mind refuses to dwell
On my fragile continuity.
Lisa Jain Thompson
October 2008
October 2008
© Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2008.
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