Tag: Humor
Crow Tuesday: Therapist Garden
I have a garden
full of baldheaded,
bifocaled therapists
with sofas, chairs
and shelves of esoteric books.
I water them once a day
with my problems and concerns,
fertilize them
with plenty of pain
and angst.
I make sure
they have sufficient sunlight
to jot down notes,
and plenty of space to say:
What would you
like to talk about?
And, that’s all the time
we have today.
I prune the issues
I worked through,
weed the therapists
who lose their
objectivity,
and compost
all my childhood
memories.
Confession Sunday: Whatta Ride
Poem: Walkers With Tennis Balls
Growing older
makes you accept
change,
circumstances
beyond your control.
Nursing homes,
microwave meals,
arthritic fingers,
feet soaked in salts,
walkers
with tennis balls.
It makes you adapt,
recognize
the lasting things,
remember
the missing things.
Doctor visits,
rising co-pays,
bunions on both
feet, murmurs
of the heart,
on the john
way too long.
Growing older
humbles you,
makes you accept
your fate, head
and hands that shake.
Choose a date,
time and place,
pay the burial fee,
make peace with the
creator,
take a number
and wait
your turn.
Crow Tuesday: Not Home
I try to talk to him,
but he never answers.
There’s always a busy signal
or a recording saying:
I’m out of town right now,
but please leave a brief message,
your name, number
and the reason you called.
Have a pleasant day,
–God
Sunday Confession: All Wet
Confession Sunday: Going to Camp
I once went to a nudist camp. I parked the car, took off my clothes, applied sunscreen and entered the gate…Only to discover that the camp was closed.
