(Part of Living Poem)
I must take a break from writing about
The third Lord Granville’s loss of land
In colonial North Carolina to note
I’m losing functionality in my hands.
I’m confining my writing to a four-line,
Alternate rhyme form, like a horse-fence
Framing a pantomime
Of equine force. Hence,
It’s time to imagine the power of mind,
For instance, when a nod or thought
Instructs a machine to type a line
Such as: Scratch the bottom of my foot.
Now I sound like Wilfred Owen,
Who cast ghastly phantasms as poems,
Drenching each word in World War I
And shaking it out like an orison.
Seriously, it’s time to explore
Voice recognition. Okay, transcriber:
“Lord Granville was a proprietor.”
“More grander was a firm prior.”
No. New app! I recite my line again,
“Lower Greenville weather proprietor.”
Nope. Try: “Pantomime of unbridled equine.”
“Pantomime of unbridled equine.” Excelsior!
The good times are ripped by a headline:
The trial for Centaur, the pill that delays
Decline, requires larynxes weaker than mine.
Oh, is this going to be another whammy day?
For those of you who enjoy dramatic twists,
The current crash plays differently than the last.
There’s an alternate way to qualify for the test,
And that’s if there’s weakness in thorax or abs.
While waiting for my voice to fade,
I might consider Fortitude. The Hippocratic oath
Supports using patients for the general good.
“The trial’s short,” my doctor says. “You can do both,”
First Fortitude, then Centaur; jacking up
The nerve impulses, then, like a nurse,
Quieting the whole commotion down. Up,
Down, like adjusting the carburetor on a hearse.
The deal is something to which I’m not adverse
Because waiting for a cure can use Centaur’s
Stay; and Fortitude, if it gives hands force,
Might serve as an apt in-between course.
Placebo odds flash a light on dice.
There’s a one-in-three chance of getting a dud
In one trial. Play the odds twice
And it’s five ninths. Not so good.
And now I have a talk with Bev
About walkers, scooters and shower grips,
Thoughts about which expand to give
Captivating views of wonderment.
The scooter. Imagine me and my love
Travelling cities and arboretums, free
To riff on art and examine plant buds,
Sharing the enjoyment of whatever we see.