Re: nonpd, a few more poems

[Bill Mason <FronandBill@xxxxxxx>]

nice!  enjoyed the poetry.  reminded me of backpacks and bagging peaks.  I
recently wrote a poem about DBS surgery and my brother.  we used to backpack
together and play tunes, we still play tunes. anyway, here's my poem. enjoy!
Bill m

Letter to Dick from the Bottom Line

Hi Brother.  Regretfully, I could not pick you up when you arrived
at LAX. I missed the fun riding escalators, and walking upstream blindly
through revolving doors.  However, once I have the sensors implanted
in my Globus Pallidis, get wired to a tiny subcuticular electrical zapper,
they hand the magnet - that zaps the zapper - over to me, I think I should
be back to normal.  The way it works is, when you start to shake, wave
the magnet over the zapper that mildly shocks the Globus Pallidis that blocks
a signal from the brain that causes the tremors.  I said jokingly to my
neurologist, "I can zap all day".  Become an addict.  And the dealer is
my Thalamus gland.  A minute orgasm machine, like the one in"Sleeper".  Ahh!
Ahh!  Etc.  I don't think he appreciated the irony of it all.

I have to say, the old time music we played last night had to be the best.
Now, if I could only recollect those fiddle tunes I bowed.  I found that
I was walking up and down your solid bottom line you picked, and I could
feel perfect tension between the fiddle and guitar.  Its the first time
I really noodled with some mountain tunes, like Sally in the Garden,
Old Beech Leaves and that polka.  I never know the name.  Another thing,
let's work on more old tunes and instrumentation.  You.  Dear brother.
The guy who turned me on to old time music.  O rasty bass line guitarist!
O vanishing Snow Leopard!  Rare, but highly sought after. Looking forward
to doing it again.  Keep your shorts dry.  Love, Bill