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)
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.