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The Sun Goes Round and Round

Did you see how that sun did sure set
Burning down and turning grass to hay
A fiery heat like in our redhead’s eyes
When things broke up but it’s gonna be okay
Too young to Afghanistan
Too young to learn life’s that dirty
Too young to have to always gear up again
An old old woman before she made thirty

Did you see those high night sparkled skies
Space with just enough empty to hide all the shame
Stars breathless shining down on we the unworthy
Though not so for our redhead who lost the game
Too young to Afghanistan
Too young to sail in the Horror Sea
Too young to fight it over and over again
Another veteran shotgun betrothed to PTSD

Did you see how that sun did early rise
A fresh start promise of another new day
Like the love flowing in a nurse’s pure heart
Floating in a speed boat off a New Jersey quay
Too young to Afghanistan
Too young to become so old old
Too young even if she’s only just fifty
With a sad sad story too often again retold

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Nitebot!

But then the nurse burst in thru the door
And found us paralyzed, laughing on the floor
VR July third had waltzed in, past, and went—
Nitebot: I need nine more bucks to pay the rent

The sun scuttered behind Tiny Tim’s
53 was sure late again as per usual
How many axles to get to the coast?
With Chat Room Mama, the feeling’s mutual

The swinging cam swung around to the north
Time for Big Daddy to majestically hold forth
We hunched all about the laptop screen
I think that caregiver’s about to pop her spleen

Two by fifteen by twenty-two was the count
Cookies to Jotis who called the count just right
And to Mother April and AC and another old railfan
Tis time for dinner so I typed out goodnight

Mr Squirrellton popped out and streaked across
Nitey nite from all, and COTU, our bestest boss
Poured out my soup into the saucepan pot
Added lots of curry, hope I’m never caught

But then the nurse burst in thru the door
And found us paralyzed, laughing on the floor
July third had waltzed in, past, and went—
Nitebot: I need nine more bucks to pay the rent

–Any resemblance to people real or imagined is completely risible
Happy July 4th!!!

Progression

Now she’s gone
And it’s just me left here.
No, I don’t really think
I’d like another beer.
It’s a progression
In the park where
We used to walk over,
Is now all covered up
In a new spray of clover.
It’s a progression
And memories of us
Are now hard to hold onto;
The doctor says perhaps four months
Then I’ll be gone too.
It’s a progression
All the happy turns sad
About the time of sunset.
You wouldn’t like it here;
That I had agreed now I regret.
It’s a progression
Our kids are good;
I think we did pretty well;
Now nurses and lawyers—
All grown up from Farmer in the Dell.
It’s a progression
Yes, it’s time to rest
And for you to go.
I love you for coming,
I just wanted you to know.
It’s a progression

Bless Her

Bless me back to Ol’ Mississippi
Calling on the phone is Helen Tippie
She’s a nurse byootiful, suitable, and something exquisite
All her patients love her and can’t wait for that next visit;
But we be sending best hopes for that man of hers—
What’s going down is a sad bad curse;
With wishes and prayers that he gets all better
Cause he’s a lovely man, like an Irish setter.
And now let’s end this poem all quick and nifty
Gotta take this call from Helen Tippie—
“Whassup, madear?”

Toughest Case

Katja Bunche Starlight
Was being VERY ILL-BEHAVED,
Lying still in bed was not
Behavior that she craved.

A fairy of quiet, keen intellect,
A caregiver for all the land,
But LISTEN TO HER NURSE (?!),
Nope, not even when illness was at hand.

ALL HER CREW at work,
(And family members clued in),
Prayed for her to REST,
TO RECOVER so as to MEND.

Johnny Hunckee Beekeeper,
With LOVE AND CARE on his face,
Tended to his darling Katja,
Knowing that this was his TOUGHEST CASE.

He knows all whys and wherefores,
And most answers he could find,
But how on Earth can you get
A Caregiver Fairy to quiet her mind?

Sally Gossamer Wingstep
Came with sage words for her cousin;
Flying thru the Beesting Window,
Knowing it was ok to buzz in.

“An olde fairy who once lived so brightly,
Shared these words so true:
No matter how aloof anyone seems
Everyone will always need you.”

So, Sally passed this on to Katja:
You owe it to all who care and love you,
Listen to your nurses and REST QUIETLY,
So you can RETURN HEALTHY, HALE, AND TRUE.

Katja Bunche Starlight
Was being VERY WELL-BEHAVED,
(Tho’ lying still in bed was still not
Behavior that she craved).

Johnny Hunckee Beekeeper,
With LOVE AND CARE on his face,
Tended to his darling Katja,
Knowing that here was the SWEETEST PLACE.

Hospice Junction

So ready to cry in your arms,
But today’s broken heart is so déclassé.
I hold my iPhone in my clammy hand,
But mustn’t text when you’ve nothing to say.
Broken low down here in Hospice Junction:
I see pretty flowers wreathing the pretty birds.
I hear some pretty lady chaplain
Breathlessly whispering her fine holy words.
Some seventy-two have now come and gone—
The team completing some of their unending chore.
They’ve resurfaced that old tattered roadway, and,
And, another admission: how do they go on any more?
The Sun and Dawn drags up another new day,
Nurses and the all will shoo away the Dark and the Harms.
And they won’t get home until way after dark
O so ready to cry in your arms.

The Names

The names, the names, the names, the names,
O my goodness, the names—
The person we knew,
The people we met,
The families we held,
The tears we let.
Our team was called,
Our team replied,
Our team toiled,
On each other our team relied.
The names, the names…
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake…”
Bless our hospice for the care we take.
The names….

Wats Dere Looking For?

Does you see dem crows rousting in my lawn?
Can you tell me wats dere looking for?
Can you be my girl, I write so much better then?
But loud came the watercooler repairmen—
And chased away my better dream.
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
First glass gone,
Second glass, looming—
What “engrasse” provokes birds so?
Where’s true love, do you know?
I believe I need to find a Muse.
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
We’re gonna have a man’tory meetin:’
Number one billion ten thousand two-ish
Clearcommunicationiskey:
Wats it about? GO FISH!
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
Does you see dem crows rousting in my lawn?
Can you tell me wats dere looking for?
Skeeters, beetles, crawlers creepy-oh!
If only us arachnids knew what was in store….

Everybody Pistoled Off

Every body is pistoled off!
I mad at everyone!
I mad at you and you and you and you
And him and her and they and them
And it!
I jus wanna fall down, bang my head,
And spit!
And here come my caseworker,
He SMILES SO NICE,
But he don’t know nuthin bout nuthin.
And here come my nurse,
She SMILES SO BIG:
And tells me I’m lazy, I’m no good, I don’t listen,
I’m stupid; I’m non-complement, and bunch other words—
BUT I DON’T KNOW NO LATIN!
But made it home and the cat’s a wailing:
Feedmefeedmefeedmefeedmefeedme
In “Pure Meow”, of course.
He’s pistoled off too.
Dumb fur ball! You’re non-complement!
Oh Hale, Season’s Greetings!