The ShrinkOriginal Poetry By Jonthan Khare
His Office,
a case study in the fine art of minimalism.
Sparsely furnished in antique Victorian furniture,
gleaming, polished to a blinding shine,
yet as cold as the late Queen in her ornate tomb.
His Patient,
Sniveling, whining, adding to the aura of misery
like howling dogs on dark cold night.
His mind inattentive, his thoughts distant
revisiting a cheating wife.
Interrupted,caught in the throes of passion.
On his bed, in his apartment with his best friend.
Enough, he must let go of his professional facade
so he hastily scribbles a prescription for Prozac
and sets another appointment date.
Once alone,
he finds himself drowning
submerged in hot tears of scalding rage
disillusioned, he finds himself wondering
didn't he study long and hard
wasn't he by merit qualified, certified
To be somehow immune to pain.
Copyright © 2011 Jonathan Khare 
