Hypochondria Blues

Hypochondria Blues  

What you’ve got is only a touch of neurosis,
so don’t get your knickers all bunched in a twist—
such worries can give you a deep vein thrombosis!
Do you think there’s a prize for a self-diagnosis?
Stop looking for lesions; don’t palpate that cyst!
What you’re dealing with here’s just a bit of neurosis…
That smartphone is gonna cause spinal stenosis!
The search engine’s warning that if you persist,
you’ll likely wind up with a deep vein thrombosis!
You’d have known it by now if you had halitosis—
like a boil, it’s not something easily missed.
Better face it, you’ve got a small case of neurosis…
Now, what would possess you to google psychosis?
Let me guess… The voices submitted a list?
Are they helping you summon a deep vein thrombosis?
It’s not a news flash you’ve got some type of –osis—
but the poking of badgers is what gets them pissed…
So give it a rest!  Embrace your neurosis!
Who needs all the fuss of a deep vein thrombosis?
(Just to be on the safe side, look up pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis…) 


“Hypochondria Blues” was published in the anthology, The Larger Geometry, by peaceCENTERbooks. Thank you to editor d ellis phelps for including my work in this beautiful and inspired collection!

The peaceCENTER, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization in San Antonio, Texas, supports the learning of peace through prayer and education; and supports the demonstration of peace through nonviolent actions and community.  All proceeds from the sale of this anthology go to benefit the peaceCENTER. 



Tonight is the night for a sinister scene:
When the bare trees bask in the full moon’s light,
the spirits will stir, for tonight’s Halloween.

The spiders start spinning their squalor so keen,
 while witch-chants crescendo in vanishing light,
 because it’s the night for a sinister scene!

As fog tricks our senses to sense the unseen
death throes of autumn—October’s last fight—
the spirits will stir, for tonight’s Halloween.

Gorging on sweets ‘til our faces turn green,
we party with all of our fake-blood-soaked might—
we’re ready, all right, for a sinister scene!

From ether of frothy libations we glean
a strange sort of yen for a terrible fright:
The spirits will heed, for tonight’s Halloween!

Our most hallowed guests, the shadows, have been
witness to all of our wrongs not set right…
Tonight is the night for a sinister scene!
Make way for the spirits—tonight’s Halloween!