Bicycle (not pogo)

poetry

IF I BREATHE A LITTLE HARDER I
THINK I CAN MAKE THE
sweat stop dripping but the
POUNDING IN MY CHEST IS QUITE
INDICATIVE OF A HARD GO
even if it wasn’t a long one
but that’s all I can really
PUT TO IT THIS TIME AROUND AND
I GUESS I’LL JUST HAVE TO
put a but more to it next time
around and then
MAYBE I CAN GUAranTEE THEre’LL
BE a TIme after THAt

(and with all the sweat
the fan feels that much softer
and with all the burn
in the throat and lungs
the water really does feel
like life in a bottle.

This must be what
Commander Keen felt like.)

a guy came by the office today to get something i needed to pass off to him, my friend answered the door and i carried out the whole of the conversation in the prone position. trying, desperately, every minute, to be in less pain than the last. ibuprofen’s got nothing on this crap.

poetry

these last few days have not
gone as planned.
the throbbing headache,
or maybe just the general
throbbing of pain in the
groinal regions.

three woman
holding, feeling,
ultrasounding my balls.

these last few days have not
gone as planned.

and all because the warning
pain was not headed last tuesday
in a run. and i hope my
body i still in tact, and i hope
i wake tomorrow in less pain.
and i hope at some point the
overwhelming sense of pain
subsides. oh a glorious word—
subsides.

until that day….