Death by Doctor Who


I tried to explain about the strange man

in the phone booth,

but nobody would listen.

He nattered about weird stuff:

Pity, now the universe is down

to 699 wonders,

in a Mad Hatter sort of way.

Twenty-five years and

they still look at me queer.

When I was a kid; it was comics.

Alternate universe, alternate issues going

forward in time and back in time.

Now it’s Dr. Who.

Talk about social suicide,

talk about Doc at a cocktail party,

you’re standing alone in a corner

with an empty glass.

If they don’t like the Doctor,

strange isn’t in their blood.

And if strange isn’t;

where’s passion?

Under all that conformity?

Fun counts.


published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993.

first internet publication on, 8/22/2015

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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