My doctor, happens to reside
Opposite the road ten strides.
So conveniently I asked
His service when my lung collapsed
A horrid accident and gruesome
And not as like this awful twosome
He strolls down Hudson avenue
To breath the air and smoke a few.
But nothing ever rises high.
The smoke it sinks below his thigh
Where suddenly from air it's sucked
Into his charcoal pants induct.
And yesterday I saw him late.
In the dead of night I wait,
And watch him in the lantern glow
His shadow shuffling on snow
But he was standing still and sturdy
Once eldery, yet now seemed thirty
Believe this sight I never will
Of him illuminated, still.
He hunched and then removed his shoe,
While rolling up his pant leg too.
Revealed the object of my shock
Which he removed from his sock
And held up high for all to see
His audience of ghosts and me
He laughed a cruel hysteria
Staring at my retinas
I wished he'd leave, but knew he wouldn't
And I began to gasp but couldn't.