I woke up with a stomach
and lord knows what else
my arm felt like it had been
caught in a shoulder machine
because my pillow was out
-of-joint or maybe it was
a dream I had. Anyway,
I was feeling almost
entirely fantastic,
fabulous, like a fable
with aches and pains
instead of animals
and I rushed to the room
and caught them all
in apt names.
Tamed by this rough
treatment, I picked up
my spine by the hips,
gave myself a huge, crippling
twist and the whole thing
reeled back to a state
of precision maintenance
which
to be honest
I never could do a thing with,
honestly.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, June 20, 2023
invented ailments
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