Friday, March 02, 2018
We talked for forty years or so
She’s in Bide-a-Bit presently,
and how do I characterize
what jerks between us
when I visit?
Not talk.
What I miss most
is the feel
of each word
emerging from me, its
texture.
Labels: dementia, relationship, talking
Saturday, October 28, 2017
He knew his brain
a first draft
forever.
Unless...?
Hoped and prayed
this new woman
would put on
the adroit finish-
ing touches.
She did, to everyone’s
amazement
he became articulate,
even encyclopedic
after a while, and some
comments so pointed that
all his friends fled:
even sarcasm closed
to them by his flood-
ing words, damming
fragments of which
they still hear
in spasmodic dreams.
A woman’s voice,
clearly.
Labels: conversation, dreams, intellectual, men, personality, sarcasm, talking, transformation, women
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Kevin and Kevin
K1
We’re a hetero couple having
the same name.
K2
We write about our gang.
***
Glib Death
Only a few seniors in the gang,
and they speak glibly of death.
“I’ll be pushing up daisies by then!”
“When I got outa my car, the door
hit a guy in black carrying a sickle.
Convinced him got the wrong guy.
Won’t work next time!”
More of the same. Not clever,
but lively.
Doc Andy says they’re really scared.
A Podiatrist, and the feet far away
from the brain, we know, but...he
has something.
...
Decisions etc
Lutzy decided! Moderate version
of the Hallelujah Chorus please.
Stow that since he as quickly
UNdecided.
His partner, Mark, going bananas
in this regard.
What the hell! Some of us brood
to produce an uncertain egg,
others talk...and talk...and talk...and...
***
Big One
Monette obsesses about Cancer.
She knows she has it though all
tests negative, and googles its
various forms and treatments daily.
"In Montreal , now they have a
huge machine that...chemo,
radiation."
Oh well! All of it.
Her boyfriend, Murph-Mo runs limos
in Philly.
He transported the latest boy
band last week and bought her
their dvds.
She's already worried about
Little Jimmy who wears a sweater
in all their pictures because he’s
cold.
Maybe she'll knit him a warmer one.
Her obsession may be switching.
Turtle Neck. Icelandic Fisherman’s
style.
It's not brain surgery.
Labels: big decision, Cancer, death, gang, obsession, talking
Friday, March 18, 2016
Extracting Words
I like the new movies, like,
a million-percent better.
Who has time for talk?
As in life, words slowwwww
everything.
But the scene of Genevieve and
Luc walking in the misty woods?
Maybe I’m half interested in the
Crap he’s shoveling her.
So I hafta ask Dialog Revealer on my
Virtual Reality.
“Nothing. Small talk similar to what
the birds are obviously saying.”
I comment Everything muffled, and that’s
always a good thing. So I can get on with
my freakin life!
“As...wishes tragic Genevieve! But you
haven’t murdered an old boyfriend!”
No shit? Oh show that!
“Plus, argument beforehand?”
Nah! The same as everybody’s.
Labels: argument, dialog, movies, murder, Romance, speech, talking, Virtual Reality
