A Portrait of an Old Man with Alzheimer’s

  The wrinkles, where hemispheres lay, In torrential tears, and hammock-ed lips. How, above the six pack, I now have silver-painted chest hairs While on the pinnacle, there are plaques Of knotty protein, what defines you, in your downhill Slope, the tau protein, holding the helm, In that dreaded Alzheimer’s.   How from the pathology…

Constipation (Humor Poem)

Searching for the early Parkinson’s twitch Or the Alzheimer’s gap, I gently trudge past The eponyms that could define me When my knee makes creaky noises a habit And my knuckles crunch as I type the keyboard Of an old typewriter And perhaps if I was lucky enough I would have a disease named after…