Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts

Friday, April 26, 2013

Swallowing is the Issue

The doctor tells me, the feeding tube is the size of linguine. There is no irony in his voice. Facts. It's temporary, to get nutrients into the old man. He had two small strokes in bad places. 

Carnivore octogenarian dilemma. The old man hasn't had a meal in five days. A man prideful about his choppers, his cock, and numbers. A temporary feeding tube?

B.F.M.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Stroke

Reborn, a butterfly with paws, gnarled breath and fangs. Letters crumble from your lips, your right blue eye dips, your brain hardens to an anvil were the darkest blacksmith pin points his pounds. Your hands fist, tongue strays, your swallow gone.

B.F.M.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Old Man Walker

I watch the old man
afraid of gravity,
shuffle with his eight legs.
I’ve never seen a spider 
move so clumsy, so slow.

B.F.M.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Cookies in Action

Beautiful mature women
looking for honest,
wealthy man. 
Click Now it’s OurTime,
before gout sets in.

B.F.M.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Bryers Cherry Vanilla

Emptied after two days, 
its creamy contents 
stales in
the whales belly
and he wonders why
he can’t shit.

B.F.M

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Dust Storms

Your elders gloat like lilly pads
on a pond
under sunscreen and broad hats

thousands of miles from their 
grown children.

Then the call comes:
“your mother, she fell”;
"your father, has a spot, lump, cough.”

All this is an unexpected 
thunder storm 
carpeting your sun.

You don’t know it yet, but you’ve 
just been drafted into the minor leagues
playing for a team plagued by dust storms.

B.F.M.