Tea
John G. Young, M.D.
In the beginning was the word
St John, the Divine
In the beginning was the word(play
st) john, the not so Divine
The teacher said, “That’s it.”
But there’s more
.
.
The T)ea)cher then said, “En(lighten up.”
The no)vice took the right angle
between the lines and purely replied ,
“It fits me to a T.”
Afraid to choose.
Afraid to(o) lo(o)se.
We all know the sound
of one hand clapping–
a big wave,
no)thing
is so tragic
as a poet who lacks
whimsy.
My patient with an IQ of 30 or less,
drinks her tea saying
to everything
that passes her notice,
“That’s it.”
“That’s it.”
Tough
between sense and non-sense.
At cross purposes,
I never metaphor or five or six
I didn’t like.
I’m a many headed hydra,
fecund to the core.
Cut off one,
there’s more
to choose
between A)
richness and complexity
That’s it
or B)
simplicity and unity.
That’s it.
That’s contradictory.
That’s i(T.
