Thursday, August 27, 2009

If I Were Your Shrink

If I were your shrink I would ask you one question.

“How am I different from your father?”

Pondering this question will help you see me (your shrink, and by extension all other men) as individuals rather than players in an improv production of your half-written disowned autobiography. This is what the unexamined life amounts to: a play in which others become the significant others in your life-story-as-novel project without signing on for the role. These things are only my opinion and of course you may take exception but up to now you have never disagreed with anything I have said. Nor have you agreed, remarked, or even responded. Silence can be an answer in itself and some silences echo a quiet murmur of assent, so please consider the question and answer silently if that pleases you. How am I different?

All men would do well to ask the women in their lives this question. “What makes me different from your father?” I pose the question not to gain the attention of women who can answer it, but for the protection of men involved with women who can‘t.

As with any question, the response gives information about the responder as well as about the subject. While it's true that silence fails to leave a question unanswered, there is yet a more vacuous response than silence. That response would be "There is no difference." -- no distinction between shrink and father, or boyfriend and father, or a whole string of displaced aggression victims and the father who deserves it but can never be paid back for neglect and abuse that clouds the eyes of women who then become love's commandos with night vision goggles which overlay the landscape with cross-hairs on the image of Dad, the target. Woe unto the poor man who wanders into that line of fire.

So ask the question, guys. And if there is no answer, or the answer is nothing, then you would do well to start running. The woman who sees only her father in the men she engages is a tiger to run from and keep on running while you still have legs.

If I were your shrink, I would serve these issues to you for lunch, along with...

Vanilla Curry Chicken Salad
Broiled Salmon / Honey Mustard
Ahi Tuna / Sushi Ginger
Turkey Burgers
Asian Mystery Sauce

The doctor is in...

Craft Services

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Bird's POV on Tennis

What does the goldfinch
think about when he watches
someone play tennis?

They tweet; they notice.
What do you think they notice?
What does it look like?

Two people beating...
something fluffy and yellow,
that has black markings,

and flies through the air.
Then they stuff the yellow thing
into a closed tube,

And take it away.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Cowboy Grief

Tough Loss

When my mother died
I returned to my childhood
I went back to church

That got me crying
And I cried, and cried, and cried
Every time I went

Before the sermon
Even before the singing
I started crying

It was good for me
Some people didn’t get it
But I didn’t stop

I just kept crying
And felt my heart get lighter
I went to graveyards

That made me cry too
I even tended some graves
That looked neglected

I did that for me
To get a sense of purpose
To move on from grief

Now it’s years later
All that crying is over
I don’t go to church

I do something else
I have a room in my house
With nothing in it

And I go in there…

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Cowboy Love

Rosey Outlook

She'd had enough grief.
So she made a suggestion.
"Look on the bright side."

He took her advice,
looked through rose-colored glasses.
This is what happened.

Tough Love

I stand at her door,
in the faint light of the dawn.
Who will come out first?

Will it be my foe,
the one I must drive away,
the man she married?

I must stand alert.
If he comes out before her,
there could be a fight.

He would end up dead.
That wouldn't please My True Love
She wouldn't like it.

He fathered her kids.
They have a life together.
He bought her this house.

If she comes out first,
I will have but a moment,
to put her at ease.

To declare myself.
Tell her she is My True Love.
And take her with me.

It isn't easy
being suspended between
love and a death match.

Someone is coming.
The door begins to open.
I take a deep breath.