Exploratory Surgery
When the over the counter
medication that is everyday life,
the small talk, routines, boredom
placed like a crown on each triumph,
wanes in its potency, there exists
a largely unaffiliated club of
subtle hypochondriacs who
respond by suspecting themselves
of having contracted some strange
and novel illness and,
out of a generally sensible
albeit laughable precaution,
probe every inch of existence
with stethoscopic thoughts
and give every truth thought to be in good health
a terminal diagnosis.
The artists, the creators are those who
then choose to go under the knife,
but with hopes of only getting a
better look at their defective organs.