I ache,
knocking back
Diclofenac
I creak and
cringe and
crack
my back
each time I turn
I want to weep
I cannot sleep
instead
I eat.
I shall become
Jabba the Hut
on wheels.
I shall take up yoga
exercise properly
fly
on wings of a magnificent gym-body
rise again
leotard-leaping
My crack
thong-wearing
My back
load-bearing
Once more.
I shall away and go now
and go to
Venice Beach
oiled and gleaming
hoisted and screaming
hard-boarded
among the
hard-bodied.
Perhaps I might surf?
Would that be
feasible
for one
as invalided as I?
Perhaps
I shall surf with my mind's eye
lying flat
upon the floor
"Hey, ho, I'm still breathin'
I'm alive..."
Just about, Hazel...
just about.


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Ain't it fun getting old and creaky? I'll see you at Venice Beach. I'll be the one wearing the orthodic shoes. R
psychomama - I feel your pain - literally, I mean. Damn back pain!
Rated.