"chiropractic" poems
Today is going to be the day
I turn my life around
As I pull my truck over
To load up what I just found
I see it as my destiny
Someone tossed out their set of weights
With me at the moment in the mood
To join the fitness craze
So I open up, run around my truck
As my regiment begins
Wish I could find some neighbor kid
To give this old man a hand
And why they make these weights so heavy,
I'll never understand
I drive straight home excited
Back my truck down the drive
I'll haul the stuff in later
As soon as my arms come back to life
3 hours later...
Carrying what's soon to be the new me
From the truck into the house
To late to clinch the **** cheeks
As my entire spine just fell out
3 months later...
Still in intensive care
And mounting chiropractic bills
I'm thinking of just going the new American way
And get my muscles from taking pills
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
**** em.
Claustrophobic nightmares
Chiropractic disasters
Supplementary salvation-
From Salvation-
pillows and blankets
Strangers are wed
finitely
Elbow-room is
as precious as gold
a needle in a haystack
A waiting room
for greater adventures in store.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
I have murdered another human being.
I have murdered someone like me,
Kicking and thrashing
Until his face wasn't right.
It was sideways, wonky, part of his
Nose touching his mouth, bleeding
With his cheekbone crushed inward
All from the swift power of
These worn leather boots.
He had held us hostage for days
Killed a friend of a friend
With a purposeful chiropractic crack
Of the neck gone too far.
We had been freed.
He had stood there smiling
As he dealt the final blow
To our esteem, having kept us
All as his sick twisted harem.
All it took was a smile and
I lost my mind.
Bashing the back of his head
That balding crew cut bloodied
On a rusting sprinkler in the yard.
My tired leather boots did the
Rest of my ***** work.
He resembled a stroke patient
When my boots held their fire.
Too much blood for a lack of life.
I awoke in my bed, safe and
Unscathed by my mind's loss
Of complete control.
Genuine surprise took me, seeing
Those leather boots of mine sit
Peacefully in the corner
Never seeing battle, never
My accomplice in ******
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
the wind was like a sidewinder
missile. desert below kept itself
cratered and ancient, 'fraid of
some explosion from a Greater
Deity of Temporal Landlock.
Where the lesser of us saw death,
the better of us saw livers. Where
the lesser of us saw loss, the better
of us felt drunk. The learn-ed belief
in the existence of the Human Race
kept calling itself back to base with
tinnitus raging in its ear-drums:
*"the dreams of the elder chiropractic
surgeon are the same as the dreams
of the youthful architect: design; that's
it. design."*
melded, eaten, forgotten, and left to the
bunchy blood of 'ask,' the marauder saw
herself as complete. flawed within bound,
angry within reason, there was a little angel
on her shoulder, asking: 'sundown? this is a
time for bringers. never those who forget.'
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC