UNDRESSING THE WOUND                             2001




An unecessary operation
Which the body did reject
Symptoms not imagined
Nerves try to reconnect
I paid my money over
And shaved off too much hair
Got a room with a view of the graveyard
And a surgeon who didn’t care
Then going around the doctors 
In aftershock unreal
Was true enough for mind
Heart wanting not to feel

So will you save me from this wreckage
Or leave me here, marooned?
Are you healing me, my love 
Or undressing the wound?

You visited the hospital
An empty day too late
The nurse seemed optimistic
About my future fate
Now limping in the Winter park
It hurts to laugh or cough
Frozen down into the dark
The anaesthetic wearing off
I’m flashing back to 86
As if my head cartooned
All I can do is beg of you
Please don’t undress 
This permanent wound

So stripped of masks I always used
To protect myself from self abuse
The weakest side was so revealed 
The painful truth became a shield

Unbalanced the scales
Let myself get detuned
It is I alone 
Who undress the wound.



///Yet another in the hospital series. I thought, many years ago that 2001, at the age of 35, 
would be great. very creative and happy.  Something went wrong. Perhaps it was creative,
but far from the way I would have liked. How many more dark corners need to be exposed
in one lifetime? The soul replies;‘ As many as are needed before Death, my friend‘...///