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.