above my left eye
an army marching by
hob nails down my back

the crack of light I saw
was
midnight and
the clothes she wore

It wore me down.

a cold compress
the toss and turn
such aches and pain
I might not sleep again

When my body rejects me
and there's nowhere to go
the hurting is easy
if I take it real slow.

and up to now
or at this point in time
I've always woken at dawn
a long standing habit of mine

long may I continue
to entertain or bore you,
think
what other things could
you do
if you were not reading this.