Color. Full (2017)

I wonder if
A painting
Will ameliorate my ghosts
And 
Eviscerate my demons. 
Everything about surgery is taking out
(And yet we forget the putting back together)
Will poetry 
Soothe the acid pain 
The anemic soul
The standing fatigue?
Might meditation 
Relieve 
Our desperate fumble 
for meaning?
In chop shop 
Healthcare that bleeds more green than gold
A red bloody rage—
Crushing guilt cramps—
Tender abscess with pus just
Under the surface 
There is no cure for this.