went to the doc for
my birthday suit check up,
usual barrage of tests,
withdrew 8 vials of blood red, and
pronounced me to be
officially
in his win column,
all good ‘cept for my
general deterioration
that is an unscheduled, indeterminate
process of time's steady determination,
for which there are tests
but no cure,
so he says,
don’t bother
after the routine is completed,
he asks with a twinkle,
for he knows this man
too X two
well,
“son, what really ails ya?”
Doc -
“don’t know whatI I am made for”
*have not tasted the
excitations
of
falling in love in so long,
I’m purposeless
it’s the falling
that is
the inttiation intricate
that makes my
HR skyrocket to
130, even 150,
where the stress
is an exertion that
benefits and strengthens
heart muscles?
at a higher level
of stress
for intense but brief,
a necessity for long term
heart health*
the diagnosis was simplified,
dear boy
( he is younger than me)
you have
ED
*nope doc not the issue in hand,
he smiled at my savvy,*
it is of
emotional disability
that I speak of
your life devoted
to loving the loving process,
This is your red engine
that can and could,
and would still,
but at your stature and age,
it is not as easy as
back in the day
when you smiled at the pretty girls,
and they un hesitatingly,
smiled back,
and you were on the road to
the inflation of infatuation,
highs and lows of an
incumbent incurable
you~humanist,
a valuation expert
of the human connection
there isn’t a cure
but to try
and fail fairly
repeatedly,
***never give in,
never give up,***
*for the paths to
where you seek,
everywhere,
and I await happily
you next report
why you
stand before me,
with heart palpitations
for the very best
of reasons,
for my human friend,*
that is what you are made for!”
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
went to the doc for
my birthday suit check up,
usual barrage of tests,
withdrew 8 vials of blood red, and
pronounced me to be
officially
in his win column,
all good ‘cept for my
general deterioration
that is an unscheduled, indeterminate
process of time's steady determination,
for which there are tests
but no cure,
so he says,
don’t bother
after the routine is completed,
he asks with a twinkle,
for he knows this man
too X two
well,
“son, what really ails ya?”
Doc -
“don’t know whatI I am made for”
*have not tasted the
excitations
of
falling in love in so long,
I’m purposeless
it’s the falling
that is
the inttiation intricate
that makes my
HR skyrocket to
130, even 150,
where the stress
is an exertion that
benefits and strengthens
heart muscles?
at a higher level
of stress
for intense but brief,
a necessity for long term
heart health*
the diagnosis was simplified,
dear boy
( he is younger than me)
you have
ED
*nope doc not the issue in hand,
he smiled at my savvy,*
it is of
emotional disability
that I speak of
your life devoted
to loving the loving process,
This is your red engine
that can and could,
and would still,
but at your stature and age,
it is not as easy as
back in the day
when you smiled at the pretty girls,
and they un hesitatingly,
smiled back,
and you were on the road to
the inflation of infatuation,
highs and lows of an
incumbent incurable
you~humanist,
a valuation expert
of the human connection
there isn’t a cure
but to try
and fail fairly
repeatedly,
***never give in,
never give up,***
*for the paths to
where you seek,
everywhere,
and I await happily
you next report
why you
stand before me,
with heart palpitations
for the very best
of reasons,
for my human friend,*
that is what you are made for!”
