There is no
Hemingwayesque
romance
to writing by
the artificial glow of
heart monitors
nothing poetic in
tapping out words
on a phone while
strapped to IVs
typing encumbered by
ET reminiscent
clunky, red-tipped
oxygen monitor
But, as a poet you do
what you gotta do
as instinct kicks in
fight-or-flight, primal
self-defense by an
attacked heart.
11/20/17
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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