Parkinson Calling '11

I play a game

with my mind

And turn an eye- blind

To the visiting tremor

and the frequent twitch

That I can no longer control

And no longer switch

One part my brain

Is right as rain

And over the one

That’s not

I am not

Distraught

I shall look through it so

Like through an old friend

Turned foe

Maturity

She felt proud

Each time

She stood out

In a crowd.

...Lost sleep

In relentless bitterness

When paid less attention

In a group

Out of her league

Light light
Feather light
So it once was
her character..

Nobody's Friend '00

With consistent passion
I criticize
This part of the world
To that one
And that one
To this
And in this simple manner
I release
My animosity
Towards both