Chronic Pain

by Chris Schifeling, UNC SOM Post-Grad

As in all bureaucracies, the law of nature holds

loop holes, black holes, ass holes and rabbit holes.

 

In most lakes, even a rock tossed ripples:

an elegant and undulating waltz.

Then dancers tire, the lake dreams

and rest’s restored as rule’s results.

 

In other lakes, oddly a slipped stone splashes:

in humans, entropy eats its end,

a hurricane hunting its tail,

a loop hole spiral down wit’s end.

 

As paper beats rock and tortoise hare,

when pain waves forth, it’s time to surf.