The pain of plenty-
Awoken at 3:30 Am
pain washes over me
i ride it like waves
as a surfer surfs the shore
i ride it until
it don’t hurt no more.
The pain of plenty-
living with a chronic
pain condition
is frightening.
Until it becomes obvious-
most other persons
remain oblivious….
as i try
to just suck it up
like a little
piece of doom and misery-
drunk up with a straw.
And it’s the last,
straw i mean
the one that broke the camels…NO WAIT-
the straw that broke MY OWN back.
and sometimes i do not
handle it very well.
sometimes i do not
handle it well
at all.
instead I just smile
like a cheshire cat
and smoke my nicotine
in cigarettes, instead of a pipe.
I just smile and picture
the innocent people without
my disease, as if
I could whisper it into their ear
and then they could
twist, convulse contort and cry
for a while.
Just imagine all the haters
and the ones who do not believe-
just imagine them twisting into the wind
like a kite and sailing down
into my bloody landscape
my real estate
that’s constantly
up for sale-
somewhere in Hell.
