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Waiting Room: Directed at R.A.
Posted on September 27, 2004 in Medical Ethics Poems
I’ve noticed a trend in Asian poetry. There’s a pattern whereby the author writes a brilliant description of a scene. Then at the end, he inserts a slogan or a rant which may or may not have something to do with the preceding text. “The wind blows/through the downy hair of the elms/Chairman Mao can bite me.” Perhaps it loses something in translation. Keeping that in mind, I worked on my own piece in the style, careful to link my final rant with what came before:
There is no view through these white walls except of Greek seaports, scraps of painted canvas encircled by basswood. Rivers bend from cerulean to turquois to lavender. Mud undulates lilac and beige. The carpet's soaked in a wine-stain hue. An old man enters wearing a purple hat. My former GP is killing me with violet uncertainty. Why hasn't he forwarded my records?
