Saturday, June 27, 2009

Just one of those days...



3 comments:

Anonymous said...

that's pretty awesome

DA

H said...

What happened? Where you been? Too busy? What's going on?

Anonymous said...

Psychodrama

The doctor's certificate certified
that my brain was a splutjabbing mess
on account of a purple depression
brought on by my wire-wool stress.
Referred to a young psychologist,
a practitioner of psychodrama,
I was encouraged to re-enact events
that had pierced my mental armour.
It's strange how real role playing becomes,
how despair's dank well soon appears,
within minutes my voice began trembling,
my sight bleary-blurred through the tears.
I was invited to halt the enactment
until near enough to gather myself
the trembling detrembled, the blubbing deblubbed
a hankie mopped up the nose filth.
After what seemed an appropriate hiatus
I was invited to carry on
I "carried on" by damaging office furniture
before making good my escape with a yucca