Someone tell me why
I forget my nose
Until it is stuffy
Or why I ignore
My throat until it’s
Scratchy or my lungs
Until they are filled
With little green goblins
Ugh I hate being
Sick I am the
Biggest baby of all
*achoo sniffle sniffle cough
Category: Medical Illness
AFoolsDeath
Mortality visited me
Bringing with him
A box which
Contained my tribulations
Inside I found
My years of
Carelessness and frivolity
Snapshots of drunken
Wanton and dangerous
Behaviors gluttony and
Prideful arrogance men
Discarded as phone
Numbers and unkept
Promises to meet
I asked him
What are these
He quietly replied
These are your
Organs if they
Could talk saying
That they’re tired
Of supporting your
Evil ways Oh
So now Now
He said change
To live or
Die a fools
Death and then
He was gone
YouAndDebussy (for Christopher)
And while listening
To Debussy’s Nocturne
I couldn’t help
But think of
You
It floated above
Me
Like doves freed
From a cage
And bathed me
In calmness just
Like your voice
Me (to Bean)
Standing before you
Naked not unclothed
But only truthful
Does not take
Courage but trust
To see me
Like this just
As I am
Places my self
In your hands
Either drop me
Flailing like fish
Or hold me
Like your own
I’d rather you
See me thus
For whatever else
You imagine you
See I simply
Cannot undo any
Easier than placing
The fallen rain
Back into clouds
Alzheimer
What is it
Like to not
Remember to lose
Those things held
So dear or
Is it simply
The reference point
Which we lose
Do we miss
What’s gone if
We can’t remember
It being there
Or does its
Absence simply
Mean that there’s
Room for more
Even a door
Feels the pain
Of constant knocking
When it remains
Closed to everything
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 