Aceptiatry sounds so very nice
As if the bouquet comes to the door
Enfolded inside the lovely blooms
A small price tag
Reminding you that
The bloom on the rose
The blush on the cheek
Oh yes, could be a little weak.
A griz-o-i-atry to run
From the grizzly bear and fawn
Raccoon and wild boar I do run
But I'm just the forest receptionist
To the wild Agrizoiatrist.
I put my foot down about the worm
That came down with a polar germ
Or when the buzzard said he heard
A canary was bloodthirsty bird.
You can comb the hippopotamus
But there is lice enough for one of us
A telephone I seldom answer
Walk-ins tend to stampede in faster.
From the grizzly bear and fawn
Raccoon and wild boar I do run
But I'm just the forest receptionist
To the wild Agrizoiatrist.
I put my foot down about the worm
That came down with a polar germ
Or when the buzzard said he heard
A canary was bloodthirsty bird.
You can comb the hippopotamus
But there is lice enough for one of us
A telephone I seldom answer
Walk-ins tend to stampede in faster.
Andriatry is a tender topic
When mentioned some might swoon.
Then there is the affair
With the big boys that just don't care
But for me
I'd rather just leave the room.
For this little topic in iatry
Requires inside knowledgeable panoply
Of hernias and inguinals
And things with foreskinueles
Oh, my, now I'm turning quite blue.
He's up, you know it's true.
Cheery chiriatry
At a service in San Fransisco
We went unitarian
It was Easter and I had my pangs
Of wondering what I was missing.
The doors were open and the crowd
Was warm like yeasty dough rising.
So I said, "Oh please
Let's just do this please
It won't matter in the next week or days
And I am longing for the olden ways
Of hunting for eggs and finding the bunny."
And like all young love days, he consented.
Unhappy to do it, sneaking a nuzzle.
From the depths of disbelief and
Scientific objectification and him a little weed.
And in we popped to a service for
Those on an easter day that heard that
Having was literally fine
That giving it all away to follow me
Really meant you could have the
Volvo and the nice teak settee,
The modern equivalent of the ascetic.
I listened with my head but my heart
Couldn't follow it. Ever.
But I was pregnant three months
And knew that now I had to have that home and the books
And build a little place
To nest.
Then they called us to the sides
but I stood in my thick white sweater
And watched as they oiled their hands.
Man, I thought, things are really going to get
Strange. And now said
Maybe we should go...
The preacher or priest or holy man said
Wait please....
We are laying on the hands
Chiriatry before my eyes.
And then I saw looking up
As they were led over to receive
this blessing of oil and hands wrapping together
that those.....really...
Intended for this blessing
Were shrunken and so very ill.
Almost like paper wrappers on a gum stick.
Teaberry.
In 1989 I met the first of many
Men whose lives were lost to AIDS
Untreated then, that wasted
Away under the loving hands
Of a congregation that was answering back
To those then afraid to touch the sick
Or breath the air
Or bounce the basketball on the court of a man
Whose blood carried the virus that
Stripped their immunity
And left them as
Open sores on our humanity.
And then I saw something another way
Through the hands I saw laid and the men
I watched caressed that day.
When hands became another
Kind of miracle.
When mentioned some might swoon.
Then there is the affair
With the big boys that just don't care
But for me
I'd rather just leave the room.
For this little topic in iatry
Requires inside knowledgeable panoply
Of hernias and inguinals
And things with foreskinueles
Oh, my, now I'm turning quite blue.
He's up, you know it's true.
Cheery chiriatry
At a service in San Fransisco
We went unitarian
It was Easter and I had my pangs
Of wondering what I was missing.
The doors were open and the crowd
Was warm like yeasty dough rising.
So I said, "Oh please
Let's just do this please
It won't matter in the next week or days
And I am longing for the olden ways
Of hunting for eggs and finding the bunny."
And like all young love days, he consented.
Unhappy to do it, sneaking a nuzzle.
From the depths of disbelief and
Scientific objectification and him a little weed.
And in we popped to a service for
Those on an easter day that heard that
Having was literally fine
That giving it all away to follow me
Really meant you could have the
Volvo and the nice teak settee,
The modern equivalent of the ascetic.
I listened with my head but my heart
Couldn't follow it. Ever.
But I was pregnant three months
And knew that now I had to have that home and the books
And build a little place
To nest.
Then they called us to the sides
but I stood in my thick white sweater
And watched as they oiled their hands.
Man, I thought, things are really going to get
Strange. And now said
Maybe we should go...
The preacher or priest or holy man said
Wait please....
We are laying on the hands
Chiriatry before my eyes.
And then I saw looking up
As they were led over to receive
this blessing of oil and hands wrapping together
that those.....really...
Intended for this blessing
Were shrunken and so very ill.
Almost like paper wrappers on a gum stick.
Teaberry.
In 1989 I met the first of many
Men whose lives were lost to AIDS
Untreated then, that wasted
Away under the loving hands
Of a congregation that was answering back
To those then afraid to touch the sick
Or breath the air
Or bounce the basketball on the court of a man
Whose blood carried the virus that
Stripped their immunity
And left them as
Open sores on our humanity.
And then I saw something another way
Through the hands I saw laid and the men
I watched caressed that day.
When hands became another
Kind of miracle.
Cresciatry
We were visiting a farm
For my father to work on an apple production study
They gave me a little lamb, the darn pygmie goat
And my little pig Freddie.
Going to the Panhandle was always kind of interesting.
So I thought I could
Maybe enter them in the fair and get ribbons some adulation,
But my father said that the end of that
Process would put me in the "local home."
He always had a way with words.
But even then he had to add "mint jelly."
So, finally, I got it. Then he said.
"You know there is a "science" to plumping up
These little creatures you've got.
We study this in agriculture
In medicine there is very specific
Way to systematically feed and grow."
And so we did things proportionally
Measured and to the letter of his way.
Our own Cresciatrics,
But I had him fooled a little
With my own little treats I called
The "Never You Mind" cart that visited in the afternoon
And was a bit of an all you can eat buffet.
ergasiatry
I hate to say it but if we called it this name
"A bit of ergasiatry perhaps sweet one "
Sounds like we'd be served
A plate of luscious feelings that
Brought a shiver from toes to top
And a hot little button steaming through the chill
That might curl right down that
Plump litlle abdomen.
A silky smooth confection
A womb kissed security
In a hammock in the valley
Between the willows, lulling your
Sleepy self into the feeling of
A happy and wonderful you.
Ah , yes, ergasiatry, yummmy.
We were visiting a farm
For my father to work on an apple production study
They gave me a little lamb, the darn pygmie goat
And my little pig Freddie.
Going to the Panhandle was always kind of interesting.
So I thought I could
Maybe enter them in the fair and get ribbons some adulation,
But my father said that the end of that
Process would put me in the "local home."
He always had a way with words.
But even then he had to add "mint jelly."
So, finally, I got it. Then he said.
"You know there is a "science" to plumping up
These little creatures you've got.
We study this in agriculture
In medicine there is very specific
Way to systematically feed and grow."
And so we did things proportionally
Measured and to the letter of his way.
Our own Cresciatrics,
But I had him fooled a little
With my own little treats I called
The "Never You Mind" cart that visited in the afternoon
And was a bit of an all you can eat buffet.
ergasiatry
I hate to say it but if we called it this name
"A bit of ergasiatry perhaps sweet one "
Sounds like we'd be served
A plate of luscious feelings that
Brought a shiver from toes to top
And a hot little button steaming through the chill
That might curl right down that
Plump litlle abdomen.
A silky smooth confection
A womb kissed security
In a hammock in the valley
Between the willows, lulling your
Sleepy self into the feeling of
A happy and wonderful you.
Ah , yes, ergasiatry, yummmy.
gyniatry
Opps, I thought you said
Guy-iatry
I know that one.
It's what you get
With love sweet love.
Minus the cellophane wrappers.
hippiatry
Wearing my tie die
And carrying my broom
You conjured a horse
And sent me to pasture
After a sweep of the stable, missus.
Hippiatry will keep us from glue.
I mumbled under my breath.
We old hags
That have lost the bloom
Thrown over for the filly
As you spread your oats
Proud of your stallion
And another companion
We won't win your race
Or be a remembered face.
And the hippiatrist cannot reverse
The damage of this last race
From us
When a bet was placed
And she had no gas
Too many years of running
In last. When she can't
Go again will
Her ship finally come in?
Ah to travel to Fiji to take the waters
Or to lay upon the sand shores
And wash the loves traces away
While attending to the coquina shells
That wrap my hair in luxurious
Braids. I tumble myself over to
Pool in the jetty where we wait and watch
The birds flying over our heads as the water tumbles
Down the natural falls onto the bodies
That are toned and tanned by being
Awakened in the hydiatrists hand.
Do you know the notes to sing?
He began my daily lesson
As we la and dah'd and slowly
A lovely lotus arose from the verdant
Pond of the scales transposed.
I love laliatry, Let's look over the lake
Where lovely larks do flutter and wake.
And while we are saying our vowels this luncheon,
I'm quite sure that my tongue can touch
These lips in the exact correct place
To cause a perfection of oral embrace.
Opps, I thought you said
Guy-iatry
I know that one.
It's what you get
With love sweet love.
Minus the cellophane wrappers.
hippiatry
Wearing my tie die
And carrying my broom
You conjured a horse
And sent me to pasture
After a sweep of the stable, missus.
Hippiatry will keep us from glue.
I mumbled under my breath.
We old hags
That have lost the bloom
Thrown over for the filly
As you spread your oats
Proud of your stallion
And another companion
We won't win your race
Or be a remembered face.
And the hippiatrist cannot reverse
The damage of this last race
From us
When a bet was placed
And she had no gas
Too many years of running
In last. When she can't
Go again will
Her ship finally come in?
Hydriatry
Ah to travel to Fiji to take the waters
Or to lay upon the sand shores
And wash the loves traces away
While attending to the coquina shells
That wrap my hair in luxurious
Braids. I tumble myself over to
Pool in the jetty where we wait and watch
The birds flying over our heads as the water tumbles
Down the natural falls onto the bodies
That are toned and tanned by being
Awakened in the hydiatrists hand.
laliatry
Do you know the notes to sing?
He began my daily lesson
As we la and dah'd and slowly
A lovely lotus arose from the verdant
Pond of the scales transposed.
I love laliatry, Let's look over the lake
Where lovely larks do flutter and wake.
And while we are saying our vowels this luncheon,
I'm quite sure that my tongue can touch
These lips in the exact correct place
To cause a perfection of oral embrace.
maschaliatry
A Herculean task I embrace
Strong and manly
Thing I do that only the few
The bold
The brawny
Can tackle
This well.
I am the one to stare
Maschaliatry in the face.
Take off your shirt
Put it here on the chair
I want to look
Up under there
Raise your arm
And grab the Ban
I'm going in,
I'm armpit man.
museiatry
muses just inspire
say they love you
kiss you all over
and they
never criticize
or go get some pathogen
look a-like
and start writing
themself.
(In a PJ they got from
The bunny mansion
And a velvet jacket
With a cigar.)
They are "muses"
Not Moses.
Thank you Mr. Rules
And tablets.
And all that jazz
No rock.
Just try the
watermelon
and see if you can
understand
That the things
I write
are all love
Even the crappy stuff
It's not Olympus down here
In Oxnard.
It's write with sticks and invent
An alphabet with binary units
Made of sea-foam
and nitrates.
Muses, muse.
Museiatry is
as much an art
As the art
That's made.
I'm asking that Mr. Ivory Tower
Accept the role with
understanding.
No one
Asks to be a muse.
It's a kind of
Pedestiatry.
A Herculean task I embrace
Strong and manly
Thing I do that only the few
The bold
The brawny
Can tackle
This well.
I am the one to stare
Maschaliatry in the face.
Take off your shirt
Put it here on the chair
I want to look
Up under there
Raise your arm
And grab the Ban
I'm going in,
I'm armpit man.
museiatry
muses just inspire
say they love you
kiss you all over
and they
never criticize
or go get some pathogen
look a-like
and start writing
themself.
(In a PJ they got from
The bunny mansion
And a velvet jacket
With a cigar.)
They are "muses"
Not Moses.
Thank you Mr. Rules
And tablets.
And all that jazz
No rock.
Just try the
watermelon
and see if you can
understand
That the things
I write
are all love
Even the crappy stuff
It's not Olympus down here
In Oxnard.
It's write with sticks and invent
An alphabet with binary units
Made of sea-foam
and nitrates.
Muses, muse.
Museiatry is
as much an art
As the art
That's made.
I'm asking that Mr. Ivory Tower
Accept the role with
understanding.
No one
Asks to be a muse.
It's a kind of
Pedestiatry.
otiatry
What?
Can't hear you
Speak up?
What's that you say?
Can't quite hear you,
Whose mother is a duckling?
What kind of person would
Say something like that in a church
Speak up if you need something?
Did you ask me for butter?
Get over here so I can see you?
You say otiatry?
What kind of
Sense is that?
Psychiatry
Of psychiatry I know so little
I met a man who said he was
Going to try to take it up
But didn't know why.
Now after an extended connection
I'm convinced even more
That I couldn't tell you
A thing about what he does.
Except remain elusive and I'm less sure
Of what it really is
Supposed to be for.
However that said
He examines your head
To see what you do
Or don't and why, that everyone might
Likely lie,
Not he however
So he said,
Better think a little more
About the meaning of the door.
He said that he should see a shrink
I think while passing a friend in the hall
That's practicing the art.
A kind of truth that was like
Slight of hand, a bit like forgetting
Who said "I am."
But nowadays I think a pill
Is substituted for
Those parlor tricks.
I'm never sure
because his hand
While sliding over my
arm appears to be
Attached to his father's charm.
You have to love
Psychiatry, the healing of the
Wily Psyche, with Cupid's love
The driving force
And adoration the bond they formed
Oh...that's my problem.
It's something
"normed."
Podiatry
I believe where I went wrong
Was with the foot.
When I said it held the soul, my essence
And released the demons of my life
I think I meant "I'd like a massage."
And ended up wrapped in gauze
The podiatrist wasn't the one, after all,
With fancy oils and dreamy incense.
No, he was the one into the bunion
That took a look and found poor arches
To make it all a little worse
My ingrown nail was operated on first.
Beauty and the Beast you see
Really means podiatry.
Can't hear you
Speak up?
What's that you say?
Can't quite hear you,
Whose mother is a duckling?
What kind of person would
Say something like that in a church
Speak up if you need something?
Did you ask me for butter?
Get over here so I can see you?
You say otiatry?
What kind of
Sense is that?
Psychiatry
Of psychiatry I know so little
I met a man who said he was
Going to try to take it up
But didn't know why.
Now after an extended connection
I'm convinced even more
That I couldn't tell you
A thing about what he does.
Except remain elusive and I'm less sure
Of what it really is
Supposed to be for.
However that said
He examines your head
To see what you do
Or don't and why, that everyone might
Likely lie,
Not he however
So he said,
Better think a little more
About the meaning of the door.
He said that he should see a shrink
I think while passing a friend in the hall
That's practicing the art.
A kind of truth that was like
Slight of hand, a bit like forgetting
Who said "I am."
But nowadays I think a pill
Is substituted for
Those parlor tricks.
I'm never sure
because his hand
While sliding over my
arm appears to be
Attached to his father's charm.
You have to love
Psychiatry, the healing of the
Wily Psyche, with Cupid's love
The driving force
And adoration the bond they formed
Oh...that's my problem.
It's something
"normed."
Podiatry
I believe where I went wrong
Was with the foot.
When I said it held the soul, my essence
And released the demons of my life
I think I meant "I'd like a massage."
And ended up wrapped in gauze
The podiatrist wasn't the one, after all,
With fancy oils and dreamy incense.
No, he was the one into the bunion
That took a look and found poor arches
To make it all a little worse
My ingrown nail was operated on first.
Beauty and the Beast you see
Really means podiatry.
phthisiatry
It sounds as if thistle type
Has been detected in the meads
As we were crossing
The harrow, the phthisatry grew upon us
Wild and clinging to the yarn stockings we
pulled and clawed as we
Gathered our skirts around us trying to make the field.
Irritated and scratched by the
Yarrow and the Phthis' we
Drug our way to the milk freshly gathered
Taking long drink we fell to benches
To swab the aloe and the mint
On wounds, now all over us.
Has been detected in the meads
As we were crossing
The harrow, the phthisatry grew upon us
Wild and clinging to the yarn stockings we
pulled and clawed as we
Gathered our skirts around us trying to make the field.
Irritated and scratched by the
Yarrow and the Phthis' we
Drug our way to the milk freshly gathered
Taking long drink we fell to benches
To swab the aloe and the mint
On wounds, now all over us.
tachyiatry
Would you hurry up and finish this
task of poetic- iatry
I'm rapidly developing
Tachyiatry.
task of poetic- iatry
I'm rapidly developing
Tachyiatry.
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