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to its people, and health care
closest to doctors!
We face each other:
she jumps to the left foot and scarfs –
I do have a use!
Solve The Opiods –
give ‘The Problems’ all they want:
time will ‘cure’ most all.
Just Larry Elder
Succinctified: Middle East –
Question – two answers!
Israel quits: they all die.
Arabs quit: They all have peace!
- (Actually, Elder posed the question: What would happen if Israel laid down its arms?. And then followed with the question: What would happen if The Palestinians laid down their arms? The answers are his. Irrefutable!)
Did not cry for mom
’cause already I was dead,
so it was to me:
Blind and deaf and still floating –
if that’s dead, I can hack it!*
- (My first thoughts that earlying morning – approximately 4 a.m. – that monsoon rainish early morning December 9, 1970. I’ve treated with what happened before so I shan’t bore you here, but suffice to say when I realized I had that thought – I can hack this shit – I began to question the validity of the premise: I may not be dead, just deaf and blind and still floating! Best check for bleeding…and therein begins that tale. Too late by then to bug Mom.)
I did not cry for Mom
’cause I already was dead,
so it was to me.
Thrice dead – once ‘fore one;
twice at three; and, thrice in ‘Nam:
The dumb stuff counts not!
All since, golden gravy grits:
Pat o’ Butter would be nice!*
- (Actually ‘most true: when still just months old, Navy Doctors at both Patuxent River and Bethesda Naval Hospitals said to mom-n-dad – take him home, keep him comfortable and wait. We do not know why he can not keep any food down. Until then I was a beachball, round and gurgglingly fat. Then an old Flight Surgeon asked mom: Where you From. The Bronx, she replied. Good, he said. Take him there and get your family’s best doctor to recommend someone for babies. They did. Found a just-before Nazi’s started killing them guys wearing skullcaps doctor who came from the Lederle(sp? you know, the Bayer people) from Germany who said they had been experimenting with this new idea in B vitamins and maybe some of them might help. Help. I have spent the last 67 – near 68 now – years trying desperately to get back some of that babyfat. The second time was between 2 and 3 when I walked into a freak wave at the DelMarva Peninsula in lower Maryland and came out blue. A good whack on the back and I puked Chesapeake but for some reason still hold forth for some good salty oysters, clams and blue crabs, of which Florida has but a fair few too; time three I have already written – suffice to say the telegrams I found slipped in between the screen door and the other one which in my experience never had been locked since we moved there in 1956 saying I had been either captured or killed and they didn’t know which but would try to find the ‘rents as soon as they became available (off visiting family in Colorado and since I had called by radio-telephone after I was reported KIA or MIA or possible POW – never did like Alpah-bits soup called cereal before or since they felt no compunction to check…that is until they came back before New Years to find middle son swathed in half-headed bandages, leaking light blood from the left earhole, gurgglingly burping by beer asleep on his old bed with the new tenants ensconced on his chest: mama Skeeter Cat Siamese and her new kitties. Thrice is enuff!)
Thrice dead – once not one;
twice at three; and, thrice in ‘Nam:
the dumb stuff counts not!