My M.R.I. by Ian Lewis Copestick

Brit Grit, Humour, Ian Copestick, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine


Tonight, I went for a M.R.I. scan
An hour of trying to lay completely still
Inside a tube that makes really loud
Space noises. Wom – wom – wom –
Wom – wom – wom – wom – wom – wom
Bzzzzfffzzzt ! Bzzzzfffzzzt ! Wom – wom – wom – wom – wom .
After about 45 minutes
I realised that it was like Lou Reed’s
“Metal Machine Music”, mixed with
Spacemen 3. I began to get into it.
” Excuse me, Mr Copestick, can you
Please keep still. ” I hadn’t noticed that
My toe was tapping.