Subterranean Consideration

Seeking regularity
my companions, noteworthy
in the right decade
have come now to the
subterranean considerations:
I measure out my shit
eyes peeled for telltale bleeding
awaiting the potato up the ass
of an enlarged prostate.
Can we handle this stuff?
That's what the wife wants to know.
Can we control the multiplication
of our fears while we eat
the forty-something bran muffin,
the thick fibers of our anima
confined to counting out the week
in terms of Our Bowels which aren't
in heaven, just yet.

Doesn't anyone understand
just how funny this is?

Written after my first colonscopy and at the beginning of the recognition that aging would bring me down. And it will, it will. Certainly mortality is real and certain. But I try to approach it with a good attitude. After all, we are only here because the Lady has allowed it. The fact that we also have free will tells us everything we need to know about the nature of the Divine. We are of the divine and invited to share in this divinity. All we have to do is be honest with ourself. Reall, that's all. Heh.