Musings by The Poet Loriet
Examining "Art" In The Exam Room
Pepto Bismol Pink,
Burstingly Buxom Blue,
Technicolor Tangerine~
An advertising poster,
vibrant with mind-tickling images
of celestial moon, sun, goddess...
beckons my understimulated eyes
to blossom open and window shop in
"A Quick Look At Migraines"...
I have nothing better to do
in this cold, sterile room
than to read propaganda.
I'm amazed at how something so hellish
can be portrayed so appealingly.
A silhouetted head filled with heiroglyphics
is rudely intruded upon by an angry sun
perched ablaze in mid-brain
like a menacing voodoo symbol.
Spikes of light rays
travel to the peripheries--
the one extending down the nose
makes me rub mine absentmindedly.
This is your brain with a migraine--
any questions?
The contrasting picture,
supposedly demonstrating efficacy
showcases a turquoise head
afloat in pink and white clouds.
A rainbow goddess with blue hair
whooshes out mid-temple
like she's exiting the escape hatch,
releasing all pressure.
The sponsoring drug company
wants it to look easy-breezy.
My migraines are never
relieved this eloquently--
via a soft tribal rain dance
performed by the rainbow maker
upon my cerebellum.
When she dances inside
my periaquaductal grey,
there is no whoosh--
just a dazzlingly bright
day-glo disco queen
peddling her gypsy herbals
and stepping upon my nerves
with chunky platform mules.
The heavy wooden door swings open,
abruptly ending my contemplation
of medical art.
"Mrs. Beal...
What can I help you with today?"
Lori Beal
Burstingly Buxom Blue,
Technicolor Tangerine~
An advertising poster,
vibrant with mind-tickling images
of celestial moon, sun, goddess...
beckons my understimulated eyes
to blossom open and window shop in
"A Quick Look At Migraines"...
I have nothing better to do
in this cold, sterile room
than to read propaganda.
I'm amazed at how something so hellish
can be portrayed so appealingly.
A silhouetted head filled with heiroglyphics
is rudely intruded upon by an angry sun
perched ablaze in mid-brain
like a menacing voodoo symbol.
Spikes of light rays
travel to the peripheries--
the one extending down the nose
makes me rub mine absentmindedly.
This is your brain with a migraine--
any questions?
The contrasting picture,
supposedly demonstrating efficacy
showcases a turquoise head
afloat in pink and white clouds.
A rainbow goddess with blue hair
whooshes out mid-temple
like she's exiting the escape hatch,
releasing all pressure.
The sponsoring drug company
wants it to look easy-breezy.
My migraines are never
relieved this eloquently--
via a soft tribal rain dance
performed by the rainbow maker
upon my cerebellum.
When she dances inside
my periaquaductal grey,
there is no whoosh--
just a dazzlingly bright
day-glo disco queen
peddling her gypsy herbals
and stepping upon my nerves
with chunky platform mules.
The heavy wooden door swings open,
abruptly ending my contemplation
of medical art.
"Mrs. Beal...
What can I help you with today?"
Lori Beal
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Examining `Art` In The Exam Room
Examining `Art` In The Exam Room
