Right shoulder is shot from sleeping a lot.
Rusty hinges pop, snap, crackle and flop
Lifeless. With tingling, angered nerves mingling
To deck my clenched jaws with its unseen laws —
To attack my neck and leaving a wreck —
An energy drain from overwork sprain.
Gave them my right arm with credit card charm
As their right hand fan of Dark masters’ clan
From the beginning of my birth spinning
To carry the weight with angelic trait
Shots through the heart as trusted friends part
Their separate ways towards better days
Author’s note: A poem (of two, six-lined stanzas with ten syllables with internal and external rhymes per lines) about being tired from cleaning the windows and blinds on Sun. 9/23/07 and Mon. 09/24/07 – inside and out and about sick from waiting patiently — for nothing! Reminded me of having profound weakness of whole arm last year, too.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…