From Lee to Kamal
Can you read this?
WHO, NOT WHAT (BY ZIPPETY ZOT)
The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.
The WHO resides in the head.
What I want to know by zippety-zot
Is Who is this in my bed?
The body’s familiar, it has two legs.
But who’s at the other end?
A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.
So what path down was I led?
This must be a dream, of course that is so.
Another one’s coming and off I shall go
I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone.
I was in the emergency room all day today. For a while it was thought that I had problems with my pancreas.
Kamal to Lee
I am praying for your pancreas.
I am glad she was not a horse
which could have turned into horseradish.
and given you a chance to write another poem.
You are having fun, which is what counts.
Lee to Kamal
I like that. A good name for a book of parsnip-onious poetry.
I answered a call from VA a few minutes ago: Both Kidneys have stones, my bladder is turning to leather, my intestines resist the dance of the duodenum and my toenails are becoming deadly weapons…
but my pancreas is FINE.
I love you Brother,