Doctors
My therapist says
I have a phobia
Why does not having been to a
Dr
For fifteen years
Constitute a phobia?
Maybe it denotes
Common sense.
They are
The leading cause of
Death
( I read somewhere)
So now I must
Go
All their tests and
Triangulations
Will cost a pretty penny
I know
If I live,
I will be eating little
And spending less
Not quite a bag lady
Yet
( God bless them)
They gave me pills
For my nerves
For my fear -
Is there a pill for
Other things ?
A pill for
The angst of life
I have angst -
Always have had
A longing for the time
Before -
A strong remembering
Of a better time -
Wondering where Krishna is
And Christ
Why have we been left here
To face
The pins and needles
Of life -
Alone?
Why do we believe
So strongly
That we live and die
In these flimsy bodies
Why don't we know
We are light
And therefore cannot be
Cut
Or folded or torn
I know
They are out to get me -
They are sharpening knives
And swords
As we speak
So-
Where did I put
Those pills they
Gave me.
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