Anesthesia

the room is sterile
aqua blue
like a House movie
with an actor too familiar

cold mask barges into sight and unto skin
syrup filled needles burrow in,
laughter bounces off of white aprons
and gloves
as if nothing were happening

and Then. . .

the blinds clench their teeth
sharp and strong,
and nothing is seen;
Another orbit
for the sleepy mind
with a rest so deep
it feels divine.
Who knew that blades and burs and drills
were chiseling away
beneath closed eyes?

awake! suddenly awake!
with frightened screams,
forgetting to breathe,
spurts of blood that you never forget
with every explosive cough
1,2,3
bloody
plastic
urgent
contact
and 
finally
lungs remember
their legs

and life becomes real again