Recently I have a compulsive urge
to know the expiration date of foods
of make up and
I stand in markets spinning products like a Rubik cube,
I am anxious when I find one missing
(Like nut butters lacking ‘refrigerate when opening’, do we have the skills to guess?)
I even search at home.
Things in active use for years,
expirations unnoted, unthought-of,
(now) reveal their end
The powdered C two years beyond its healing,
and this astringent four months, dead.
And now my conscious mind unearths where it was going,
this sudden interest,
this course toward death
The expiration date
The last time a person lets a breath out
without a time date stamp
without a warning.
2009 rev 2011
All of us, Lemmings
We have several friends over 70.
(This of course begins to happen.)
Heart stents and all, they remain viable.
Yet, the forest is thinning.
We are reminded we live near the precipice
We can no longer back away.
All of us ……… eventual lemmings.
1/11 rev 10 15
A Sample of the 10%
A schizophrenic is, and is not, a schizophrenic
A Depressed person is not
A Manic person IS
A Hysteric! Is Not! A Hysteric!
A Narcissist IS … and IS … and IS … — and you are not
An OB sessive, ob SES sive, obsess IVE, is not ever quite
A Borderline is the ONLY! one in the Room who is NOT a Borderline!
A Gay Person is no longer on this list.