“Comfortably Numb” by Mario Sanchez Nevado
vitreous mosaics
of chaotic yellow-green
arrogant ampules
archaeology discovers
under unmade beds
tell their decadent
broken glass histories
in ancient cut
opioid hieroglyphs
tinted by tears
painless bodies
cannot decipher
(originally posted April 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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much appreciated
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Those last lines really got me Paul. “tinted by tears painless bodies cannot decipher”. Hit me right in the chest. Beautifully done
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thank you most kindly
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Which came first, the pills, or this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhlKf5ZPMyU Rhetorical question
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*smile*
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“arrogant ampules” — I worked in hospice several years back, and we were already exploring the use of methadone for palliative relief rather than the oxys (cotin and codone). But money talks, I suppose. Darkly beautiful.
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interesting – afflicted with chronic severe pain, my pain management specialist had me on methadone for 2 years – but I didn’t like its effects – withdrawal was difficult but we moved on – that was more than a dozen years ago
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Yeah, maybe it was that long ago. I forget it’s been that long. Not everyone responds the same to every drug. But it was the start of moving away from the beasts. I guess it hasn’t progressed.
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Your words tell a story of terrible pain yet the picture looks more like a jar of jelly beans. I hadn’t realized your chronic pain has been around so long. Your poetry is like diamonds formed under extreme pressure. I’m sorry for the cost to you.
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we all have our sorrows to bear – in my case a constellation of disabling ailments with osteomyelitis of the sternum and ribcage being the main source of pain since 2004 – writing has been remarkably therapeutic
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I understand the therapy writing offers. For me it gives purpose to days of diminished activity that accompany natural aging. I feel alive and myself when I write the smallest haiku. Connecting with other writers opens up my life.
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