I promise this will never be about poetry.

True Story: There is a television in my doctor’s office waiting room that only plays commercials for the drugs that he prescribes. That's not so absurd, but what's with the stadium style seating in the viewing area and popcorn vendor? Doesn't anyone see a problem with this?


One of my biggest fears in life is winning a contest where I receive a free dinner with a celebrity.



Hair Today, Bald Tomorrow
by me.

At one time there was fringe up there,
but now it's nowhere.

Yet I don't care, all that much,
There's a bit of glare
and it's smooth to touch.

It took just a few years to lose the fluff,
Sunk through my scalp
right past my scruff.

Now there's no need to own a brush,
gel, shampoo or pocket comb.
No need for any of that stuff
because now I have a beaming dome.

What once was lush had all disappeared,
It had had enough,
now I have no hair.