I don’t know what. April 15, 2024

Parkinsons is not sweet

it's not sour, salty or bitter

it's "je ne sais quoi"

it creeps up on you

when you least expect,

taking center stage

(as usual)

you tame it --

the latest yoga move

brilliant acupuncturist

needlework on

body, corpse.

Parky grabs ahold

and doesn't let

go. sticks around

like Ripley. steals your

money, heart and soul

if you let it.

one can be cocky

and say, I've got this

under

control.

Ha. it surprises you with

a new glitch --

slooooooow movement or

unliveable

weakness,

unlovable disposition

Determined to

win this pre ordained

conflict-

regressive future

acceptance is the way

forward BUT

the meds may kill me.

April 15, 2024