Suffering, was I?
Once again I was
Or was I? Not only here but there, I am now over then as well.
Suffering so great
Only great because I needed it, enjoyed it, and loathed it.
Suffering deeply
Suffering simultaneously and at the same time
Kruetzfeld-Jakob Syndrome, a hangnail, and a Buick resting
squarely on my head
Its suspension inadvertantly enhanced
by the spongy gray matter in my melon
And I loved her the whole time through
Even though
the Buick
was hers.
My soul
was hers to park her Buick on
Wait.... that's just my head
And now you tell me
I have an earwig
in my spleen,
as well.
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