UNKNOWABLE

UNKNOWABLE

Your pulse quickens.

Your blood thickens.

You slip and then you fall, 

Hard against a wall.

You then stumble backwards onto the floor, 

,

Your balance not so sure anymore,

You crash into a bedroom mirror,

Your road to glory drawing nearer.

What you know you must do is stark,

Traversing broken glass  in the dark,

Try to crawl toward the phone on the floor and look, 

Should I call 911 or film this for Facebook?

Why, call 911 of course, are you dull?

Do you have half a brain in your thickened skull?

Do not insult my brain please,

It is riddled with disease.

Besides if you're so smart, 

You could have saved us with your art.

I weary of this said Mr. God,  

 

You are getting tiresome and quite odd.

He pushes some buttons and pulls some knobs.

You try to stand back up but falter,

Falling prostrate on the altar

Slipping into the pull of the unknowable.

-Bruce Potts 

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ORTHOSTATIC

ORTHOSTATIC

I am orthostatic,

Blood pressure dropping when I stand,

When the room begins to spin

And your legs can't comprehend

Just what's happening

You know to sit back down and chill

No dancing on the windowsill.

Such a helpless feeling

When you should be dancing on the ceiling,

Lionel Richie would not be pleased, 

At this new phase in my disease.

I am sitting down like a libertine,

While swallowing the Midodrine,

The latest addition to my arsenal of potions

To aid and abet my locomotion.

Unlike being automatic, photographic, acrobatic,

Unlike feeling sharp and sure,

I end up feeling down and dour,

Unsure of where to go.

i am orthostatic, charmed by the vertigo,

Teetering on the brink of disaster 

I swear I can't dance any faster.

Orthostatic's an impressive word, it sounds downright benign.

When I am orthostatic, I cannot walk a straight line,

Swear I am fine, no, I'm not drunk,

But all the blood to my legs has sunk.

It's just a hypotension thing

You probably would not understand

How Parkinson's and orthostatic

Tend to saunter hand in hand.

I am orthostatic, limping and lunging,

Blood pressure falling, dangerously.plunging

Into the murky depths of sweet forgetfulness.

-Bruce Potts

Copyright 2024

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