ER Poetry

Learned a new word yesterday–
Syn’-co-pe’.
Zippy, no?
Sounds somewhat like
A Scottish highland fling,
Or Cajun stew,
(Without the okra).

Mazurka music,
Courtroom briefs—
At the very least,
A Grecian holiday!

Alas, it’s none of these.
It’s when the blood
Deserts the brain—
You fall down flat,
And, if fortunate,
Wake again,
Wondering
What the fuck was that?
                (9/27/09)

This entry was posted in Aging, Words. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments are closed.