Monday, June 24, 2024

New version Grow me a new spine

 Grow me a new spine

Oh Lord, won’t you please grow me a new spine 

I’d feel oh so fine

My other spine’s a mess, no longer works fine

Give me cages with stem cells

a futuristic design 

Be able to toe the line 

It’d be all mine 

Built to the nines 

Surgery ain’t sweet like pine 

Ok with a few glasses wine 

Body climbing vines

Mix my DNA with some stem cells

I’ll be ok, aged like fine wine 

build me a new spine 

pain is the bane of my

Existence even a cane doesn’t help 

abate the pain can’t feign my way through 

exasperation coming through to a new view 

hard to stay sane it’s all loss and no gain 

Moving fast down the sane lane 

Thursday, June 13, 2024

I Need a New Spine

Grow me a new spine

I’d feel ~oh so fine

Be able to toe the line 

It’d be all mine 

Built to the nines 

Surgery ain’t sweet like pine 

Ok with a few glasses wine 

Body climbing vines

Mix my DNA with some stem cells

I’ll be ok, aged like fine wine 

build me a new spine 

pain is the bane of my

Existence, even a cane doesn’t help 

abate the pain can’t feign my way through 

exasperation coming through to a new view 

hard to stay sane, it’s all loss and no gain 

Moving fast down the sane lane 



Note: I'm having extensive spinal surgery on Monday where 3 discs will be removed and 3 cages put in. Interestingly this poem was written before I knew about this possibility, where the spine regrows through the cages. 


Amen and Amazing!


Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Big Mess

 The Mess of My Life

 

Is it my life’s purpose to participate in the unmitigatedness 

of this entire mess, less of life than I desired 

The older I get, the more stuff gets crammed inside my head

Nothing I can do, live with the dread

process the grief, the stress depresses me to see 

underhandedness of people who surround me

in for a penny – in for a pound

lose my mind, in an abyss of fear

lose ground all around

like a throwaway thingamajig 

each day past means one day less than the rest

each day less of me remains

new campaigns seek re-election every day

seek relief and see none

Life a very, very, long dry run

 

Used for sex, thrown away afterward

Relationships sought and denied

In lieu of instinctual, reciprocal sexual favors

Craved for more complex relationships too

a joke on two, who do you say did the dirty deed of wanting all of me 

more than my dream come true, different nightmares

invade my space, my hullabaloo, my valuable time 

I wonder if this mess, this less sunshine every day

 

See what’s left of the unmitigated mess

Done with tests although always tried for more

Did the best I could. It was never enough to see me through 

to better days desired

Make my way through the door, seek that more and 

realize time is brief

Here’s the rub -heroes of our own lives, we grind our way 

a life confined 

prisoners assigned to our demise

Blind and spellbound, stumble through days 

A throwaway and stowaway in my own life

 

I gotta make it through – to the rainbow ridge

Wish I could streamline, unwind the process of this mess

Take a different test, rewind the tape 

Do anew the test of fate thrown in my face

Blind and spellbound, stumble through days 

Too sick for the nightlife, don’t miss it

Always someone’s wife, always avoid lowlife, 

live with stress of the mess

A throwaway, a stowaway in my own life

Monday, June 10, 2024

Peace to the Planet

 PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

 

Summer’s here but living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Times Square is still pretty sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat is here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animal’s suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

While wild horses are corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?

How do us humans dare?