Contraindicated

All it takes, sometimes, for a poem to spring to mind, just about full blown, like Athena from Zeus’s head, is a word. So this song of the moment.

CONTRAINDICATED

My wife, with a degree
in medical science,
or so you’d think
by the kind of advice
she dispenses, suggests
that many of my (bad)
habits, like drinking
and drugs, I mean
innocuous drugs like
melatonin ’cause how
can a guy with all my
bad habits fall asleep
without drugs, and
did I mention goat
like lechery, are
contraindicated,
a forbidding way,
don’t you think,
of looking on
life’s little
lethal pleasures?

Author: Greg Zeck

Greg Zeck taught college English in Michigan, Iowa, Minnesota, and, one year way back when, as a Fulbright fellow in Serbia. After and between academic assignments, he also wrote and managed freelance business communications. He's retired now in Fayetteville, Arkansas, with his wife Jennifer, where he continues to read, write, bike, hike, and garden. View all posts by Greg Zeck