Today on our morning dog walk in the hills
I use my wife
for a role she’s supremely suited for,
a reflective foil for my own psycho-analytical musings.
And with her just uttering a judicious word or two
I discover this;
figuring out which comes first,
impulsive or compulsiveness,
is a bit like the chicken or egg question,
but since it’s obvious it’s the egg
I’ll hazard the guess, compulsion comes before impulse
(the habit to act and respond to stimuli).
But then before or more basic than this physical reflex
comes a general disregard for taking things seriously
(the emotional attitudinal coping mechanism if not skill),
which in turn is based on the most basic ground of ignorance;
willfully ignoring consequences, situational awareness, and thus reality itself.
Here I discover the root of the problem.
I thank my wife for her silent session,
and she, tactfully, doesn’t respond
by presenting a bill.
At this point my running tab is approaching infinite.
I think they call that, “priceless.”
(6/24/23)
Categories:
compulsiveness, humor, introspection, wife,
Form: Narrative
Restlessness, impulsiveness,
loquaciousness, compulsiveness,
distracted inattentiveness
and tangent railway tracks.
Complexities, anxieties
and dopamine deficiencies.
Instant gratification please,
relief for my synapse.
Procrastination, wired sensation,
biochemical frustration,
forget to take my medication.
Frontal lobe relapse.
Rapid heartbeat, fidgety feet,
hypervigilant, unable to sleep,
central nervous system freak.
Neurological cracks.
Categories:
compulsiveness, anxiety, emotions, feelings, fun,
Form: Rhyme
The world is not kind
To those with troubled minds
A physical pain
of someone deemed sane
Gets more loving care
than the mental pain
of someone “insane”
How I wish…. I wish…
they were both the same.
People are not kind
To those with troubled minds
They can’t understand
Insecurity
Anxiety … worry
Paranoia
Obsessiveness
Compulsiveness
All seem too gory
Stress and Depression
Pain and Regression
Kidney problems are normal
Broken bones, mendable
But what if it’s hormonal?
Mood swings and sighs
Excessive laughter and cries
Are not understood
Why can’t they just be good?
Their physical aches
Gets medicated with ease
With pills of pain relief
But mental aches
Just bring them grief
So they send you off to a shrink.
It’s just the same…It’s the same!
Both get medicated…in different ways…
Yet just the same!
Oh world, care for the mind
Not just the body
Care for the mind
And the things that lurk inside
The darkness and sighs
The forebodings of night
Of ending a life
Relief is in a happy pill
That makes a person less ill
Take care of the mind
For it’s like any other organ…
It feels pain
It gets tired
It needs to be whole
So, have a soul and…
Care for those with troubled minds!
Categories:
compulsiveness, pain, people, social, care,
Form: Rhyme
He smiles at me.
As though the weight
Of psychedelic visions
Were insubstantial
And inconsequential;
A trivial thing.
Broad-shouldered emotions
Mushroom through
Organic momentum
To greet my pain,
A throbbing haze
That is my post-script.
Narcotic serenity
Wraps around my brain,
Slurring everything
In my tilt-a-whirl scene,
Until the funhouse
Sweeps me away.
I feel myself shrinking
Like Alice In Wonderland,
But I am not afraid
Of the beautiful myriad,
Understanding how addictive
Compulsiveness can be.
Opulent pleasure
Invades my space,
Stinging reality
With a new perspective,
Numbing submission
In a morphine choke-hold.
Sound and color bend,
A sensational delight
Of exotic flairs
And pendulums humming;
It’s unlike anything I’ve known
Except for his smile.
Categories:
compulsiveness, funny, happiness, love, mystery,
Form: Free verse