GOODBYE HOSPITAL

  goodbye hospital -
goodbye all you paper grandmothers
spiked alive / shaking
  and
laid out on plastic sheets with mad hair
  and 
goodbye cardiac OPD
talking in latin between singing arias
  that
echo down the back corridor 
  where
  smokers hurry with coffee and breathmints 

goodbye Costa coffees 
  and 
greasy paninis on folded paper plates
  eaten
  at
hangover desks 10 AM / while steel coffins
  covered 
  in
blue plastic shrouds rattle and roll by
  to
  stack up
  by 
  the 
  morgues red-light door and union office bogs

goodbye service level floods
knee-high water flowing fast / imagine my surprise
  and goodbye
maternitys careless curtains
  that
show belly bushes like dense forest
  and
gasping heaving buffalo bellows echo
  and
horroshow afterbirths
chopped with scissors / labelled
  and
weighed on silver bowls / organic mess
  too red 
  for breakdown eyes

goodbye polyester nurses / OPDs / CSWs
guring in comedy
  at
consultant stress
  and
jr dr arse-kissing / snobbery in Farahs

goodbye world-class surgeons
big black limos / uniformed drivers
salt of the earth 
  or
arrogant cunts
reinforcing class divide
  with
million dollar fingers / tho struggle like babies 
  to open
simple suture boxes

goodbye reps
stink dogs in shiny suits
schmoozing back-door end-of-year commisions 
  phone
  off
when caught in supply lies / all fake friendship
  and
  no freebies
new beards and laptops and Blackberries 
  out 
  in the AM cafe / acting all big shot

goodbye crash attacks
barked on bleeps on belts - i hug the wall
jr drs in slim fit terracota and manbags
  clusterfuck
  round the panic bed
  hungry for a chance at glory
  and
old-hands etch pro-sadness / real care on their faces
  in
the frozen blue crowd - watching the fussing and failing
  of
  an
  obsolete soft machine
  beached
  on
  a
  railed state bed

goodbye to the police
armed and guarding / reading tabloids / too-young looking
  and
sipping free tea
their presence spreads rumours
  of
gang bosses and knife attacks / wasted tax pounds

goodbye suicides / hushed up
goodbye accidents / compensation paid
  for
  the
  unlucky
trapped in the rails of their own bed
  or
hanging from the narrow window opening
by
a
head
that
wouldnt
fit
thru

goodbye alcoholics
drinking cleaning products
escaping without trousers / run over in the carpark
  so
  far
  from
  the 
  pub

goodbye blue-pod space-babies
wired and saved and tiny
i help the tired parents use the coffee machine
  before
i take the cancer girl brown sugar lattes
  in
side room 13

goodbye to the mysterious spiked saline
  in
  all
  the newspapers
  and
goodbye Portugeuse sniper
stabbing his buttock / stolen needle of steroids
  in
the clinincal waste room / roast chicken for bulk-up breakfast 
  no 
  dinner for the kids again

goodbye dead and draining
  unplugged
  behind sloppy screens hiding nothing
terminal cases can see their future
  their
shining eyes focused elsewhere
skins green 
and yellow 
and grey 
and blue / thin as packaging paper
  pushed 
  by 
petrol-head porters / dr who obsessed porters
  porters
  with
  a
  guitar
  set up
  just like Hank Marvins

goodbye AM toast smell
  and
goodbye to that cleaner / struggling to Work
struggling to get back into Life
  after
  a
  long long time in the mental block
  then he dissapeared . . .

and goodbye loons playing basketball
  and
catcalling behind the wire
chain smoking and banging therapy tambourines
  mad
  as
  their
keepers / protest shits in the bus stop and filing cabinets
and
the
games
cupboard

goodbye OR CCTV / flesh is peeled open 
layers of wet ham
  and 
goodbye me / running the urgent porcine meccanno
  to
grateful ORs or indifferent offices
  and
keeping the wards in their tools
  for
  compansionate invansions
  and
  shooting you with finger pistols 
  and
  blocking up toilets in the awkward stomach dawn
  waving 
  in 
  the deliveries / meathead drivers already angry at the world
  or
  full with bad jokes to tell

goodbye me / running my small world my own way 
  and
  goodbye
  to the UN mash-up / melting pot of accents and shades
  toiling
  24/7
  now
  without 
  me 

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