COME TO ME My days are numbered, They surely are. Before long they will lower me into the ground Where not much of anything will be around. In the meantime I am happy To linger here and let life Come to me. The soothing scent of fresh cut grass. The tickling touch of...
MEDICAL ATTENTION I said, Doctor, I’m not feeling the slightest bit sick, She said, That’s just your body playing a trick! Take two of these twice a day, Plus, one of the purple and three of the grey. If you’re free of symptoms after six months pass, We’ll...
THE COAT Cynicism, my ugly coat Donned when I go out, Distorts my shape, Provides escape, And deflects evidential doubt. My furry, fetid, mangled shroud Protects me from the babbling crowd, Slings of personal questions, Arrows of unwelcome interventions. Into the...
LITANY OF SILLY BANDS All you silly bands in Silly Band Land, play for us. Balding Heads, play for us. Boom Box Babies, play for us. Critical Grapefruit, play for us. Deficit Spenders, play for us. Dislocated Fingers, play for us. Draconian Measures, play for us. Even...
THE LAST LOVE SONG The white ceiling never looked so black, As I lie here still, flat on my back. A stick in my wrist and a tube in my nose, As the doctor comes in I hear the door close. They sit me up, I guess for a test, Roll me to the window announcing a guest. In...
