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  • Anxious Poets Society
    • Feb 12, 2019
    • 1 min read

Surgical Pavilion


the restless harmonics

of machines and alarms;

their well-meaning

beeps and tones,

bells and tones,

monitors, pumps, drips, drops —

all crying out for the attention

of rolling eyes and pastel scrubs.

 all assaulting the ear

 and abducting attention.

  all chanting, out of sync:

   ”don’t you die on me”

 

RJ Flannigan is an East Coast transplant now writing out of Seattle, WA. His literary style combines the aggression and edge of a Northeast upbringing with the natural beauty of his West Coast surroundings.

#restless #machines #attention #die

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