Poetry – American Death

I worry
every day
about the death
of America,
and every day
I watch her die
a little bit more. 

Poetry – Seasick Bathing

The bathroom wall moves.
It ripples and sways
with the mournful, desolate
sound of the radio.

Ocean blues and greens
meant to calm
only inspire vertigo.
What are those things
I see? 
Leaves? Seashells?
Jealous sea foam?

I lay back,
releasing my grip
as the tub empties
and my consciousness
follows
circling slowly,
among the dirty water
before it all disappears
down the drain
together.

ER Again

Just 17 days after my last ER visit for the same reason, I had to pay another visit this past Sunday because I had yet another migraine lasting 3 days or longer. This is getting to be a habit and that is really not a good thing. Some of these migraines are lasting longer than 72 hours which puts them into a dangerous category that less than 1% of migraine sufferers have called status migrainosus. Reportedly this is one of the 4 ways that migraines can actually kill.

Needless to say, this is not reassuring. I am meeting with my doctor to reevaluate my meds and hopefully that will help, but who knows. I’m afraid to get my hopes up at this point. If I’m not as active on WP, please don’t think it is because I am ignoring you all, I am just not up for much right now.

Poetry – Memory Collector

I collect memories,
or perhaps, more accurately,
they collect me. 

They've taken over the bed
and the bedroom.
They've wandered down the hall
to congregate in the guest room.
Still too crowded, some migrate
to the couch, the stove, and the fridge.
A few have even taken up swimming
in the bathtub
or driving my old Saturn.

Like Tribbles,
or Gremlins,
they multiply fast -
and require constant supervision.