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cobbler and co.

February 8, 2009 jbh Leave a comment

kathleen and i were out and about today–  she did her shopping at cobbler and co.  and i sat in the car composing poetry–  an unusual  poem about several out of body experiences that i was having when i was having testing done to determine what was wrong with me (meniere’s)–  of course a doctor had me on some medication at that time that was pretty hairy stuff and i believe now that that strongly contributed to my experiences–  the tests; a mri, mra, cdu and an eng all pushed the limit along with this medication and i now wonder–  i have long since discontinued my relationship with the doctor that prescribed the medication which was for ocular migraines–

out of body, out of mind

i’ve been vegetating quite nicely now//

the routine and the numbness help me
deal with this existence
no complaints, don’t get me wrong, no
it’s just that i no longer care if the outfit fits

and to think not to long ago i was enclosed within full blinders
as they spun me back, down and turning left
enclosed within the spinning coffin
laying flat upon the table i was silent
only my wife knew about the others i had met

at first i was surprised at their presence

and yet it all seemed almost normal
and though they were monitoring my heartbeat
we were simultaneously in a different world// a different reality
it was an out-of-body experience

i knew better then to ask the technician

the psyche ward was really to close by
and though i had been there once before
they had declared me quite sane already
once for caution//
twice for all the good old times

perhaps as with a close encounter//

about some things we keep a closed
mouth

reality for me has never been so easy
only the simplest have no doubts

and what a gifted life they live
early to bed, early to rise
they never hear double entendres
they never feel the need to read
between the lines

i’ve been vegetating quite nicely now//

the routine and the numbness help me
deal with this existence

no complaints, don’t get me wrong, no
it’s just that i no longer care if the
outfit fits

john bourne harbour   020809

my wife later stated that the women in the shop thought that i was so patient while she shopped–  they gave her a book page magnet for me–
the moon and the sun–  how appropriate–