the Y incision

the scalpel comes down slicing as it goes, opening you up in the room filled with those that spent years of their lives studying how to slice open others & lucky you! you have volunteered, in one shape or another, and now you lie there alone and cut open, naked as the day as you were born, gushing & bleeding for all the world to see.

but what you told johnny
bout’ what you did with jenny
just doesn’t seem as funny
when you pictured it with bennie
& now that connie, bonnie, lonnie &
that tawny, trannie, tommy
are all in on that grimy dirt,
ya know ya wish ya made dessert
for all the folks ya hurt
but don’tcha’ go n’ disconcert
or even change that ballet skirt
for the buds that ya love
are like little morning doves
ya know they fly in when they want
& then they fly away when they’re stuffed

the doctor hears you mumbling something that seems to irritate you & of course being under, he can’t communicate much, but he does want you to shut up so the rest of em’ with the tools in their hands can continue chatting about yesterday’s intense game of golf and how henderson, wretchfield & mahonney, though you all have never seen them play before, lived up to their legend---18 under par on a par 72 course. all the fairways hit, all the greens too---and 1 put for each hole.

n’ while those sky blue eyes flicker
your mind surfs waves, a drifter,
pulling you back to all your worries
bout’ yesterday eatin’ curry
n’ still seein’ bonnie on the side
while bennie & johnny were your clydes
n’ now you got yer eyes on georgie
whose been askin’ bout the orgy
n’ been workin’ out all day n’ night
trying to tone n’ the speed of light

“what we have here, gentlemen,” says the surgeon in charge, “is a jane doe who has been hacking big ugly phlegm wads in the face of fate---if you believe in that sort of thing. our plain jane has been mixing mucho amounts of sexual activity with mucho amounts of blow, and you all know that shit don’t go for too long now, before the body just says ‘no,’ and checks out.”