Lately

Anxious dreams
waking frustrations translated by
ill fitting footwear and slacks
an increasing inability to create pleasing pairs
 
a throb – an ache
the indication of an impending low
perhaps reaching the level of no return
no more good mornings, no more pleasant afternoons
 
this blameless condition
- lacking all sense of upheaval -
has paralyzed me
stealing the last traces of hope.
 
JMG
4.22.09

Repeat

It begins as a soft ache
mouth tinged with the taste of metal
swelling upward from my jaw – covering the entire side of my face

pre-mature sunshine bliss fading
another afternoon of watering eyes,
distorted tongues and the high pitched grinding in my ears.

I would pray for silence
if I thought it would do any good.
 
JMG
4.9.09