Vocational Rehabilitation Continues Apace (The Voc. Rehab Club!)


In the rush,
I never came back,
To tell you,
What had happened.

I met with him (again),
And he told me,
I’m good enough,
To join the club.

I’m official,
I’m damaged enough,
To catch a lifesaver,
They’ll toss next week.


Vocational Rehabilitation


I don’t discount the grouch in each of us,
I’ll share the troubles I’ve got along with yours,
My lot has lost me kith and left me bust,
And scar my face and punch my gut with force,

I turned my inner eye to see my path,
And where it led was nowhere one should go,
I’ve tried to turn my way to miss that sad,
Result that leaves me naked on the road,

And something new (for me at least) arrived,
A helpful nudge from interested folk,
Suggesting something gives me extra tries,
Vocation rehabilitating work,

I’ve had one meet so far that gets me set,
I’ll duly chronicle what happens next.

Writing About ADD


I don’t know what to write,
Isn’t that the point of this?
Going on exposing this?
A scatter brained disease.

I come upon a word,
That makes me turn around a bit,
Before I can get back to sit,
The perfect word, “dis-ease.”

(And then I see the first line above:
Does the emphasis come on “don’t”?
Does the emphasis come on “know”?
And then I heave me a hefty sigh.

Heave Ho!)

My (Current) State of Mind

My (current) state of mind is this,
I know that while my thinking's crisp,
When I act I'm quickly spent,
Not in body; mind has went,

I want to hold tight to my passions,
Walk a path away from fashions,
But, I fly to something else,
That adds a little to my pulse,

And, I take my old desire,
Set upon its back a wire,
Hang it up along the hall,
Collecting dust against the wall,

I've been this way since I was born,
These many interests, here I'm torn,
I hope to help myself by sharing,
Holding on to keep my bearing.