in the VA hospital like a nurse in fatigues
WC Roberts bought a second-hand television set in 2010, after selling his first 100 poems. He can’t get Mystery Theater or Happy Days reruns on his rabbit ears, not way out where he is, so he Rarebit Dreams of riding in the sidecar with motorcycle-tough Miss Marple as she jumps the shark. Or tries to. Night after night… He says:
Eggnog! Nutmeg is a mild hallucinogenic. It’s a Wonderful Life! was on TV and I was Brigadier General Jimmy Stewart, flying his last mission in a B-52 over North Vietnam. The year was 1966. The sound of carpet bombing inspired the rhythm, while my impressions of Stewart and his careers (in Hollywood, and in the military) provided some of the substance and the paradoxes of this poem — which I’d like to dedicate to the doctors and nurses of General Hospital, who treated me with more patience than I could afford.