Turn my head to the other side, away from day's news,
For just a little while before there's another bruise.
Send ripples through the channels, comedy, romance;
Nurse, my brain invites your kind fingers to a dance.
Slow behind my skull, all wounds to please erase
With humanistic thromboforb, and a gentle volte face.
Yes, move my head again, or else the sores return,
Side to side infinitum, my therapeutic views must churn.
In life, i looked too long one way, the germs got to me,
Now my head keeps turning, I C U setting me free....
Sanjib Basu 