Titanium Healing
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Yes, how long will he hold his heart in his hands?
'Sentence structure.' No, that's not it.
'Amphibious platoon carriers.' No, not that either.
'Self-rocking rocking chairs.' Almost there...
She saw him as a child, golden and reaching through
the brier patch to retrieve chainmail gloves he'd
need twelve years later while holding a lance called
the ZB vz.26.
Then again aging,
getting up from an umbrellaed porch corner
and leaning all his weight
by grasping a coffee cup
completely across its rim's full girth
grinning round and round,
settling at the bottom
with a dried up echo
of the finished newspaper,
the finished comics
and the counting of new feral kittens
up on the newly revealed-by-last-night's-
downpour hillside.
Anger, want, and the lightness of revenge
when its only painted wings
is a love letter turned into an airplane.
His hair and his heir,
His estate and his word-territory,
where decks of cards carry more than
their share of real houses lost to ones
made from themselves.
Gleaming tulip kindness
opening before she awakes,
Shining subterranean titanium braces
upon a skeleton wondrously light
so far as the weight of the world
being able to perch on its shoulders
is concerned.
The magic of a single candle standing
in the middle of a tall,
drought infested field of wheat,
so solitary, so beside itself and wink-flirting
with the mill's rust-stopped sails,
its mouse-home grinding stone
and the out-to-pasture mule
honking its voice purple against the shrewdly
lazy arthritis of mauve sonnet moonlight.
The shadows and how they are mimickers of
birds of prey, brides of prayer and under-sleeve
bribes just for play.
The tombstones and how multitudinous their
thicknesses, heights, dedications and facedown
depth underground...
And how soundlessly water evaporates
from his back while he's walking around
from having sat and fallen asleep
nearly all day long.
The conquest to ask for a 'first dollar'
from a stranger who's superstition of beggars
is worth three billion dollars (plus interest).
And the first bright orange sweater
she pulled over his cold sniffling body,
the smell of newly knitted wool,
the smell of her night-face-cream,
the smell of his own cinnamon sweat,
the smell of the sparks issuing out from
underneath a sled as midnight struck
three times twelve;
once for him,
once for The Dead,
and once for the him he was
pretending to be
while plowing through
make-believe-brick-walls,
driving a 009 agent-equipped,
armored dump truck,
axles bowing-loaded
with new rocket-launcher sleds
for those children in countries less
fortunate and with a snow making machine
in tow for those so less fortunate as to not
have snow.
Then there was another 'she'
who stepped into his held heart's
beating shadow cast and pried,
hot and glowing
from the hard-baked sand
and gypsum sandwiches that lost wax
and bronze statues chew on
during such first love evenings as this,
When apple trees run up the road,
dropping their fruit cushioned babies
all over the place while trying to be first
to Eve
and God in heat
spreads the strawberry jam thin
across the Himalayas
and settles deep into
its serious Master's Degree
in Light and Darkness...
The aging sun shuffles gently
and knocks on the moon's door,
saying, "Have you ever heard of a
place called, Human Being?"
And the moon replied, 'Well,
yes, just now.'
As a whistle from nowhere sizzles through
a polar bear's eyes; awakened,
its landslide stays put when a single
snail from Ganesh's collection races
and wedges its shell in between God's
cooling off feet and the valley below
universe #34,552,000,011,786,008.
June 8, 2009
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I broke my radius bone and now have a titanium plate and pins does anyone have any problems after they heal ?
I also broke my radius and have same repair implant. I had some pain during recoperation which lasted a few weeks. Believe it or not, physical therapy illiminated the pain. If pain continues after therapy, you should talk to the surgeon who performed the work. Good luck.
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