i cannot do the manly things now
i can walk but a few paces
without assistance from someone or some thing
the reptile knows this
the lying lobe
even running the latest upgrade
is not convinced
whispering incessantly
“just a bit further”
“you really don’t need that”
“of course you can”
lies
all lies
when i move i am slow and cautious
watching my step
wheeling my walker loaded with notebooks and pens
water, a book
sometimes Belle the Cat along for the ride
moving like the old man that i am
while the lying frontal lobe continually plots my destruction
but the lizard is always there
old, ancient beyond memory
dependable and true
listen
The Ace Hotel Notebook 