Is It Malpractice?

Flatliners starred
above-average American youth doctors
involved in ground-breaking researches
in canny stone environs.

Today, many of the dead, say, Jews,
in the Jewish cemetary in Woburn, Mass.
are packed so tightly together in the
cemetary, one wonders what sort
of exquisite planning was necessary.

The sheer density of the corpses
is a sort of monument to tidiness,
or is there a political reading?

I guess I would probably be too dumb
to be interested in that. This morning,
I had a Blue Heron Pale Ale, not the
Blue Heron from Portland, but the
beer from Mendocino.

Mending Scenes.

Meaning ending skeins.

skinding.

Miskending.

Mistending.

Distending.

I remember one time
I made frun of a whole book
whose premise was to prove
the gorgon myth, or rather
iconography, was based on
the image in the battlefield
of an actual corpse.

Corpses are, are fearsome,
but corpses are people too.

I think it is weird
how a heart beat is represented
as a sine wave

and How the caduceus
the ancient wonderful snake stick
has a sine wave on it.

Everyone is so social, so wonderful,
so concerned for the other, but
you never see a caduceus tattoo.

You never see people idolizing doctors
and health professionals

good doctors are secret information
kept between friends

the vulgar are already as good as dead
like batteries in a flashlight;

or is just

malpractice?

Malpractice gets the crotch opened up

realll wiiide, just like the bashed
bazookas.

Just like the beer, and bread tongued

bitumen heads.

Even sttrangers will talk on the phone
while the rain mows the hess toom.