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Sunday, October 30, 2016

Dear Halloween:

If only I could choose
one living thing to be
on All Hallow's Eve 
no costume would be needed, 
only magic:

I would be Moonflower & Moth
Both.  Simultaneously.
To experience the intoxicating night flower's scent, the drawing to me 
of the Sphinx Moth with my silky petals,
and the feel of her long proboscis
drinking my cool, sweet nectar
would be a treat worth remembering,


Thursday, October 27, 2016

Dear Autumn:

Where did you go?
Our cool nights faded,
back into heat...
no rain for two months,
dry, dry, dry!!!!

Saw 2 lonely dragonflies
yesterday, looking for water
at my 4 birdbaths.
They drank their fill
then flitted away.

October has been a
total clusterfuck.
I'm glad it's almost over.

October, don't let the door
hit you in the ass
on your way to November!!


Tuesday, October 25, 2016


My healthcare privacy was violated
yesterday at a local hospital ER visit.
I never saw a doctor, only a rude, cold,
bitchy nurse who should be fired.

After an X-Ray and a 3 hour wait in a hard chair,
in brutal pain, in a waiting room full of patients,
the nurse finally showed up and proceeds to tell me my diagnosis
in front of 12 or more strangers.  I asked a couple of
quick questions, wondering why the fuck
this incompetent IDIOT did not take me back to a private the HIPAA PRIVACY LAWS state.
I was in too much pain to prolong her idiocy.

She made me feel that I was putting her out by being there
and causing her to have to work.  I've been in many ER's in my life
but none were as bad as this one.  The woman was not even
remotely qualified to treat me.  She never once touched me...
only asked me to explain the difference between asphalt & concrete.
She kept interrupting me when I tried to tell her about my fall...
like she did not want to hear about it.

I was basically told I had bruised ribs & pulled muscles,
then given 10(!!) of the weakest pain pills on the market.
She asked my pain level when I limped in...and I said, "It's 10 and
feels like a knife twisting in my back every time I breathe."

Do yourself a favor & stay far, far away
from Rapides Regional Medical Center
in Alexandria, Louisiana.


Sunday, October 23, 2016

Dear Life:

WTF did I ever do to you?

I take a walk last Sunday.
I trip over a bump in
the walking trail...
more of a trap, really.

I fall so fast, breaking the fall
with my damaged right hand,
shoulder & side,
that I'm stunned.
I sit up, abruptly.  My husband asks
me if I'm okay.  He was ahead of me.

I reply that I knocked the breath out of myself...
...something I've not said since I
fell off my bicycle when I
was 11 years old.
I'd forgotten the feeling.
Whoosh!  No air!!
I sit, legs in front of me
and try to catch my breath.
It hurts like crazy.
I take shallow breaths.

Husband helps me up,
slowly.  My knee & hand
are skinned & bleeding.
Nothing feels broken.
I think my ribs are bruised.

My lung is injured.
Pneumothorax, I think.
One week of taking it easy
has done nothing to help
me feel better.
I can't lie flat on my back
or on eith side.

I give up!

Why this slow slide
into deeper & deeper pain?

ER visit tomorrow.
X-Ray & nothing more.
No one is inserting a chest tube
into my body,
causing me more pain.
I'd rather die.

Not one more iota of fucking pain.
No more!!!!!!!


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Dear Voters:

Get off your asses
next month and drag
them to the polls
or we'll end up with
a felon running our
exhausted, weary country.

Give a hard-working guy a chance
to prove himself.

America, we do NOT
need another professional
politician for president.

Think, then vote for
common sense,
vote for a working man,
Vote for Donald Trump!!!


Sunday, October 9, 2016

Dear Life:

Insomnia sucks...
So does pain,
uncaring doctors,
mean people,
and getting old.

But books on CD
make the long,
excrutiating nights

I'm tired
beyond belief.
So tired.


Monday, October 3, 2016

Dear Herman Melville:

Thank you for writing these immortal lines:

"Thou knowest not how came ye, hence callest thyself unbegotten; certainly knowest not thy beginning, hence callest thyself unbegun. I know that of me, which thou knowest not of thyself, oh, thou omnipotent. There is some unsuffusing thing beyond thee, thou clear spirit, to whom all thy eternity is but time, all thy creativeness mechanical. Through thee, thy flaming self, my scorched eyes do dimly see it. Oh, thou foundling fire, thou hermit immemorial, thou too hast thy incommunicable riddle, thy unparticipated grief. Here again with haughty agony, i read my sire. leap! leap up, and lick the sky! I leap with thee; I burn with thee; would fain be welded with thee; defyingly I worship thee!"

From:  "Moby Dick", page 501