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AMIODARONE

My heart beat like a clock that was dropped.
It went so fast I sped to the doctor, who said,
With a beat that fast you’ll have to see a doctor who knows it all.
Because Prescott is so small the doctors who know it all are in the valley.
So, that’s where you’ll have to go.
I went to the valley to see the doctor, who knew it all,
He examined me, and said, here take this it’s good for you.
I know, because Amio-darone is what you need.
I asked what else might the drug do to me besides slow my very fast heartbeat?
Your Thyroid may stop, but don’t worry, I have a drug for that too, and maybe it’ll help.
If after a few weeks, bright lights look like the moon on a foggy night, don’t worry. It’s just the deposits on your corneas. It’s perfectly normal; everyone who takes Amio-darone gets them.
If your skin turns a dark blue don’t worry. It’ll never go away.
To go outside, be sure to cover from head to toe, because Amio-darone will help your skin burn from the sun.
Don’t worry about your liver, because not everyone’s liver enzymes get destroyed from Amio-darone.
If you cough, and can’t breathe, don’t worry it’ll stop once you stop taking Amio-darone, or it could be that the Amio-darone has made your lungs as stiff as boards.
Because I know it all, do as I say, and take this here Amio-darone. It’s good for you.

My Friend,

I want to call my friend, but he’s now dead.
I wonder if somewhere he’s standing by the phone
Just waiting for my call, to know, I still care?
The sign on the phone would say, “Incoming calls only.”
I wonder what number to dial
Maybe 1-800 hea-vens or perhaps 1-800 666-hell
Whatever the number I’m sure he’d be glad to hear I’m still here
And want to know how he did at the poker table before he went
And was he holding aces and eights when the time came?
If he won I’m sure his exit was a happy one.
If he lost then it’s a sad way to go.
It doesn’t matter where he went, because either heaven or hell will have a poker table waiting for him.
The only difference is on one you win and on the other you lose
Winners get halos and losers get shit.
I know he doesn’t take shit from anyone.
So that means when I see him,a halo he’ll be wearing.


A photo so full, there are so many, sons and daughters,
Brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews.
The names are many, and the people are good and plenty.
If I count, the number is high, But not high enough to be to many.
Kindness shows its pretty face in the faces of many. A dog or two show their faces.
Faces such as these are held in high esteem by many, and in these faces many see un-requited love. Cats and birds appear there too although not loved by all.
They too adorn our family with the love shared by all.
To think this picture could not be if it weren’t for me.

An Imaginary Photograph
A photo of me so bleak and austere; I wear my clothes with much aplomb.
As if I cared how I look. I know I could have shared my life with a wife.
A wife would have meant this photo would be filled with babies and others;
Like nieces and nephews, Cats and dogs, and other people too.
I chose instead to chase my dreams, the dreams all came true, money and things are mine aplenty.
But wife and children there are none. If I could start over again, my dreams would be of children, and things. That dream would fill my photo with love instead of greed.