The way he says
get ready, gear up
makes me imagine
an internal clock
cog kicking against cog,
a furry creature
turning a wheel
at the center of him
smell of rubber
and onions
fueled by the gas
station cappuccino
and constant soda
streaming into him.
borderline Randle
McMurphy-ism
drew me to the online
diabetes groups
those needle gurus
were veterans,
some since childhood
they were spouting
percentages
and number slash numbers
glucose levels
MDI
BGL
ketones
bolus
lantus loading
– before or after sex? –
subtracting fiber
from carb
and pumps and
brands–glitches–cost–
warranty expectancy
there was moaning and
wailing about something
or something else
that no one had a
universal answer for
or ever would
and no one dared speak
of recipes or food per se,
food oddly verboten
when I mentioned
I was enjoying
some success
with inhaled insulin
some helpful Type 2
said using that stuff
would give me
cancer
More at http://wlc-wlcblog.blogspot.com/.
A place filled with toxicity.
Influence speaks with fluency.
Flaws are under scrutiny.
Opinions are mutiny.
Gossiping is trendy
and always up to date.
Colleagues are user-friendly,
greedy and full of hate.
If only I could stay at home
with no worries or headache, I would.
But it would be best to stay calm
while in this place, for family’s sake.
More at https://allpoetry.com/poem/14700698-Prod.-Tox-by-Raven-Van-Blizz.