Checking the Defences

[heslopian]

8:05am
Watching a repeat of the sitcom Frasier
(as is my custom each morning)
I reflect on a scene where the main character
(a radio shrink) his colleague and her mother
run around like the Three Stooges.
I guess the laugh track is playing because
one doesn’t expect psychiatrists
to behave in such a crass manner,
and I chuckled too, I admit.
But there was something unsettling
about it as well, as if the sea breakers
I’ve long relied on were mocked by an expert
in this sort of thing, my defences, my stronghold
picked apart in a single chase scene.

[billy]

i was reading it as a decent write and then it went deeper.
the last part made me feel the introspectiveness of someone whose taken advice from
a 'shrink' and after watching frasier thinking WTF
so instead of a light hearted poem it was turned into one with some depth. (from my pov)

thanks for the read jack

[heslopian]

Thanks for your kind words Billy. I had a long debate with myself about whether I should write this poem, as I wasn't sure whether a sitcom is appropriate grist for a poem, but then I told myself to stop being such a snob

[addy]

The way you turned the levity on its head in this one is expertly done, a controlled devastation. Nice job.

[heslopian]

Thanks Addy