I had just gotten involved with a group started by the Gray Panthers, now called (Lifelong Medical) decades ago, going to morning rap, art and music groups to end my practicing my current addict......once ever, then always, pause ......to isolating. Yes, I love to Isolate, I think it's great , so let me state bla bla bla bla, It's not good for my health, living like a man in solitary confinement for years.
Living like someone one that is a ghost in our society. So I start doing to these groups where people check in, share and listen, choose and listen to music, discuss it, do art and hang out, and then....pause.....
I wake up on the floor and I was unable to get up, to sit up or get back into bed.
Paramedicals show up, haul my discombobulated butt to the hospital, tests, lots of tests , more tests, and more, a bunch of 'um.
Hours pass and the Doctor says well ping ping , you've done it again.? hmmmmm he says in dismay?
" You have the Dreaded Lower Middle East Bay Funkified Creeping Gobbledygook, again.
(third time's the charm). It's kinna like Jazz , Repeat the broken line, three times and continue, your never more than a half step out , away.
I wonder, " Did I self infect?" Is that possible? or even Probable?
and , I was enjoying my participation in the program hangin' and rappin' and being present.
And now ? Doctor Sez , take this, go home, Isolate for two weeks.
A good plan now rests, wrecked on the rocks of redundancy and adversity.
But! HUZZAH! I remember the PLAN! how to implement it, and roll on down the road of
wonderful what-ever-ness.
Yeah sure the Dreaded Lower Middle East Bay Funkified Creeping Gobbledygook is kicking my nary ass, but I'm not down or done, I've got things to do, noises to make, blues to torment, simple chords to turn into grinding, howling walls of sweet sweet confectionary audio abstraction fit to tie Peter the Goat in knots.
Speaking of unscheduled or expected travel arrangements, my neighbor down the hall, he just died of a heart attack.
Speaking of being set free to fly
Little Wheel, spin spin
BIG WHEEL turns 'round and 'round
He finally got to lay his burden down. R.I.P.
Living like someone one that is a ghost in our society. So I start doing to these groups where people check in, share and listen, choose and listen to music, discuss it, do art and hang out, and then....pause.....
I wake up on the floor and I was unable to get up, to sit up or get back into bed.
Paramedicals show up, haul my discombobulated butt to the hospital, tests, lots of tests , more tests, and more, a bunch of 'um.
Hours pass and the Doctor says well ping ping , you've done it again.? hmmmmm he says in dismay?
" You have the Dreaded Lower Middle East Bay Funkified Creeping Gobbledygook, again.
(third time's the charm). It's kinna like Jazz , Repeat the broken line, three times and continue, your never more than a half step out , away.
I wonder, " Did I self infect?" Is that possible? or even Probable?
and , I was enjoying my participation in the program hangin' and rappin' and being present.
And now ? Doctor Sez , take this, go home, Isolate for two weeks.
A good plan now rests, wrecked on the rocks of redundancy and adversity.
But! HUZZAH! I remember the PLAN! how to implement it, and roll on down the road of
wonderful what-ever-ness.
Yeah sure the Dreaded Lower Middle East Bay Funkified Creeping Gobbledygook is kicking my nary ass, but I'm not down or done, I've got things to do, noises to make, blues to torment, simple chords to turn into grinding, howling walls of sweet sweet confectionary audio abstraction fit to tie Peter the Goat in knots.
Speaking of being set free to fly
Little Wheel, spin spin
BIG WHEEL turns 'round and 'round
He finally got to lay his burden down. R.I.P.
