Listen to a podcast of Dave Morrison’s “Doctor Lee”
Doctor Lee
I have to go to my
doctor for back pain –
it seems that I have
glass rods in my shoulders
held in place with rusted
iron pins, and it’s to the
point where I can’t even
shrug. My friend told me
about Doctor Lee while I
was signing her cast. “Unorthodox,
but none of the mumbo-jumbo.”
On my first visit Doctor Lee
asked me how I felt. I told
him that it felt like there were
glass rods in my shoulders
held in place with rusted iron pins.
“That must be it then,” he said,
“What do you suppose we should
do about it?” I told him that the
glass rods needed to be shattered
with a billy club wrapped in
soft cloth, and the pins needed to
be melted with a blowtorch.
“That’s exactly what we’ll do.”
he said. Finally. A doctor who
understands me. It will empty
my bank account, and I don’t
care. Soon I’ll be able
to dance.
Listen to a podcast of Dave Morrison’s “Joy”
Joy
What makes me
want to throw myself
at your feet?
I am no longer broken to that
degree, not desperate or
despairing or alone.
Almost the opposite;
my heart is not broken
but unbound, I am
burdened with blessings, sick
with love, if I weep it is because
it feels good, if I howl
it is so I can be heard above
the drums in my head, if my
hands are burned
it is because you have given me
the sun to hold.
About the author:
Dave Morrison, a high school graduate and above-average guitar player, has published two novels and three collections of poetry, and lives on the coast of Maine. Visit him at www.dave–morrison.com.
