Time on the Mend

I’ve landed outside the poetry zone
stuck squarely in confusion mode
where words don’t come freely to mind
in a prison of ills’ invention
awaiting the outcome of time
well-spent in the healing process


In Recovery

Confined to my chambers
drifting in & out of consciousness
slept away last Saturday & thru the long night

Days have passed so slowly
lacking concentration on television plots
preoccupied with localized pain

As I flip from channel to channel
I find nothing much to hold my interest
opting most often for comedy just for laughs