Posts tagged ‘Sick’

December 17, 2017

Breaking News is Tragic Theatre, bring Popcorn

While the world is ending
supposedly (every day now per whoever…)
i want to eat pizza and cheese curds,
drink fresh water and OJ and
watch the Vikings win in real time
and dream about good weather. SUch Fantasy.
Weekends are dead before they begin anyway.
Pounding words into a strange keyboard morning,
hacking lifeblood into some toilet.
I thought antibiotics would help.
I thought the inhaler would help.
Telling me there is bigger problems
for people who aren’t me, damn.
but when you shut off the TV there aren’t
very many to remember, recalling,
so why would I want it to remind me so?
We play cards against humanity.
We want fair but fair ain’t that great.
And we put the seat up out of respect.
We ask for scandal because it interests,
stake our claims on being
taken for fools, look see: news. Buy this new thing.
Tell her you love her with consumerism.
All while the world is ending.
Can a person resign from this animal planet?
I am selling my whole life to make ends meet.
tho maybe they don’t want to.
paying medical bills and insurance simultaneously to no avail.
One bag, drill, shoe, tent, book at a time.
This channel will tell me all about all
the problems I should focus on today, because.
Still some people just die in traffic.

April 25, 2017

Thoughts atleast/bad teeth

It’s still there in the dim light rained-out day, a thought i might die. Even the hospital guards count me insane, waste of time. As others run to their trains. Dangerous toils, apathy. –worry that is, a waste. Not me nor these sorts of ideas. Love all they say then question their opines with sharp knives and narrowed eyes and whys. Our taste. Our take. Our place. I give up. Felt better the money spent on pure health, better myself–broke to death this debt tho. It’s still there, missed diagnosis, malfunction of the lot, real insurance, assured. Not… Me? im still there and will bear it like good merits to cherish. Got to smile more. Got to eat more. Got to be more. Sleep? cant afford. Leave it all at the door. Ere. And bad mouth and bad gums and bad teeth. Me, nice thoughts at least. Geeze…no reprieve.

December 11, 2016

mission control, i got a cold.

ah… mission control,
my pink floyd head
can’t handle the
layered, fluffy driven
snow. i thought
about that easy idea
for a moment and
shoveled it past fast;
a dog’s muted bark echoes;
beyond cut crystals
that adorn clear glass.
what a cold day to be
spreading out on this
red yoga mat, sooo ready
to take a shit,
ready to sip my coffee
with some honey in it,
in a tall white mug.
sort-of, kind-of like me
in the right light.
ah… mission control,
where is john glenn,
where is our politics
as usual, where is
my old cold medicine?
got to watch meet
the press, got to…
tell me what i should do.

April 24, 2015

Minnesota turkey deaths

Similar to farm raised turkey
and Monsanto corn,

our immune systems have been compromised
by the monocultures we create;

our tendency for convenience and familiarity
has placed us at the precarious edge of catastrophe,

absolutely starved-fat and defensively naked.

it does save us money at the grocery,
and help those in control of the industry.

December 18, 2014

I’ll Call in Sick for You*

Are you at work?
Are you really sick?
If it is so,
I’ll help you with this.

You don’t feel well,
You feel pretty bad,
I’ll call your business,
The results are back.

May I speak to the boss?
Is ______ in right now?!
Well, let me tell you
They must leave town.

It doesn’t look good,
They’ve tested absolutely sick.
I’m Doctor Terry,
I’ll attest to this.

They should be released,
Purpose: to get better;
Especially in this perfect,
Warm, sunny weather.

Telling it to them straight,
So you can leave work-
It’s worth it to go,
Get from life its full worth.

Trapped in a cubicle walls seeming beautiful;
The wonders are outside, if the truth be told.

*For AKA.

August 14, 2014

The World We Live In

Broken bones under flesh fortress

lacking compassion, brass tact,

watching misshapen clouds float by

lives ending every breath they pass.


Dine on colon cancer while

sipping cirrhosis of the liver.

Indulging just to indulge,

dropping bombs, “peace giver”.


Common sense factors in this;

complain about maligned malaise,

bike past full-up Mc Donald’s

those sick and confused sit for days.


People stunned, smoke and speak,

running once a week, not for health-

weakened knees, speckled disease

always giving up when in doubt.


I can’t, I have a mirror to answer to,

how does one explain that?

No need for a child right now,

I already own a cat.

October 23, 2013

bad day etc.


Trying to feel as though I’m not under the weather.


Whether for ill or for better.


Love letters scribed by loyal setters:

We long for our health.


Wine stained teeth and free range beef.

Headache, sick pains, and cold feet.


Rain, snow, or sleet,

Each night we tire ourselves over sleep.


And in the morning we wake with a leap.


Startled sound alarm clock.

As wood floors creek and retreat.


Not all was lost;

We found time.


What kind of day was it?

I can’t tell….

One night of fun can turn a whole weekend to hell…


There are plenty more in stock.

As if we are so drunk; we pretend we forgot.

August 21, 2013

When I am Gone/Blue Moon

When I am Gone,

By Terry Scott Niebeling


When I am gone think of my face with bright eyes and a contagious smile-think for a while.


When I am gone know that I am still near the Mississippi River.  I am in each village, town, and city, respectively.  La Crescent, La Crosse, and Minneapolis-truly.


My thoughts will be more resilient than mortality.


When I am gone I am actually with you.

Don’t remember me for the things I did, but for the things I do-pleasant memories.




When I am gone you are actually with me too.

And when I am gone know that this is the beginning; we are not through.


When I am gone just know that I love you.

And when I am gone know that I know you love me too.


All comfort, it is true.


When I am gone make every enemy friend.

And when I am gone smile and make amends, because all your thoughts make you.



Blue Moon,

By Terry Scott Niebeling


In the end, when we are all through-said and done, look up in the sky and remember the Moon is a Hologram.

Made by those on earth to feel better about being alone in the universe.

Don’t ask why

However, I am still with you.  So fear not.

Standing right by your side.