Iatrogenesis Imperfecta

I’ve acquired a condition not spread by microbes nor kin.

I feel it spread through my bones and burn into my skin. 

The Prognosis: uncertain.

Its Duration: Till it’s curtains?

Transmission: Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Semantics. 

Resistant to: Varenicline (aka Chantix)

Provoked by: 

intussusceptions, misdirections, and strivings for perfection.

Lectures and Powerpoints achingly verbose.

The trivia stated by our dear provost.

I hear the words, “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.” 

A hopeful cross-section of my heart grows necrotic.

With every, pulse I fear it shall turn sclerotic. 

A love affair with an illusion.

A delusion which clozapine can’t dispel. 

…Fine, I’ll play-along in this arriviste tourney.

A trifle in my overall journey. 

The intricacies of the neurohypophysis won’t end my cadenza trifecta,

 from my sonata Iatrogenesis Imperfecta. 

About the Creator:

John Wagoner is a 3rd year Doctor of Osteopathic Medical Student in the Midwest.