epistemological apexes

everything's a tragedy in her life.

her dexterity is gone, and her balance.

she's on 3 different antidepressants and can't remember any of them.

blood pressure,

diabetes,

swollen feeties,

love is not around her.

she belongs to a generation

that forgot how to act right.

they plunk themselves down in front of cameras and read their script

as "friends" make comments like, "How much wood does a woodfuck chuck."

"You're nearly a cleverer lad than poe,

however, you have the depth of soft cloth.

the headlines don't trumpet, they're static like AM radio, and, now, all people under 40

ask, what the f**k is that?

Old f***s like me don't cuck wood,

we just roast it on Franklin's stove

as the winter sneaks in one last flake.

nothing rhymes.

Some people smoke bongs.

Some smoke dongs,

Jews smoke schlongs...

and win barbeque contests with Gentile judges

who only judge erstwhile contestants.

"You're making fun of poets, aren't you?"

"No, I am not."

"What ARE you doing?"

"I'm trying to express myself."

"It sounds to me like you think most people's poetry is unclear and not as succinct as it could be."

"That's a terrible thing to say..."

"Do you read anyone's poetry?"

"Only Dr. Seuss."

"But he's not a - "

"How dare you! How dare you?"

"He's a children's book author who uses rhymes like I use cinnamon on toast."

"That is unfair. Completely uncalled for. He is a giant among poets and poetesses.

He belongs in a place all his own. No one can compare. They only despair."

"Now you've gone completely off your noodle."

"Only because because it wobbles on my spoon."

"Very well, now it's time for your nap."

"Can I bring Nag Nag with me?"

"You certainly can, but not Binky. Let's tell the orderly to wheel you back to your room, Mr. Moon."

"Ah, yes, he was a very good drummer, unlike me."

As the orderly pushes his wheelchair toward Room 777, he slowly falls asleep and dreams of nothing he can put into a poem, just the image of a naked princess with her best friend, Mr. Frog.

Reviews

[GlendaK]

...the philosophical study of the nature, origin, and limits of human knowledge. You know I love everything you write.

Hopefully, things are looking up now.