My Doctor Says

My doctor says that I should x,
But I am through with x’ing;
For every x, there is a “y” —
The whole thing’s rather vexing.

So many known unknown unknowns;
They vary in the passing —
My doctor says, if I’d be whole
I need to quit half-assing

My mind and body are my own,
Except, they go where he goes;
He looks at wax inside my ears
For reasons only he knows

He’s late, and so I sit and wait;
My schedule rearranging —
My doctor says that I should x,
But “x” keeps fricking
Changing

One Drawback of Imagination

There are some, and this is one.

The things that I remember are
Far better than the truth;
I find these nonexistent clues
Like some great pseudo-sleuth

I make a past that never was
From castles in my mind;
While yet the boy I really was
Gets farther left
Behind

Tarantella


When looks are all you want,
They’re all you get


We usually take
The image for
The reality,
Because
Our eyes can
Take in images,
Whereas our minds
Can’t take in
Realities


When we can’t change our lives,
We can always change our clothes
Pretending they are the same thing


On the other hand,
Playing dress-up and pretend
Are among our more honorable pursuits


In the end, though,
It’s just us, being us,
And trying to look as good as we can
Doing it —
Envying the handsome boys
And the skinny girls
And whoever else we choose to
Focus our resentment upon —


Or,
If we a comfortable enough within ourselves,
We can just appreciate people for who they are
And what they are good at

The World of Imagery

The world is full of choice
Between “what matters” and “what seems” —
To speak into existence, or
To hanker after dreams

To watch the perfect bodies go
Between venetian blinds,
And let the world of imagery
Just eat away
Our minds


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