Lines overheard here and there
[“Find one that has no sickness”]
José (earnestly) announced to Harvey
“Find one that has no sickness.” But ‘one’ what
I wondered, and what ‘sickness’? Pale larvae,
Famished embryos of doubt, gnaw minds fraught
With hope, desire, and will contaminate
Even simple visions. Clearly, he’d lost
Something to sickness, fear. Perhaps a pet,
Done in by worms; more likely a star-crossed
Lover, whose wit, charm, generosity,
Lascivious flamboyance—not enough
To overcome that gnawing maw’s gritty
Terror—leaving only rough, hollowed stuff.
Harv, there is a remedy! Love-trollers
Must use bait repugnant to bi-polars.
(7/10/09)