This morning I have felt the rising sun's warmth on the cheeks of my face.
Along with the coolness coming from the swampy preserve.
It's mist slowly lifting like smoke signals.
The Cardinal and Blue Jay have broken fast.
My left eye is half closed. Half open?
Still a mystery to me, this lazy eye thing.
I don't want a nick name. No Lame Eye.
No, Lucky Left Eye, or any of that shit.
I have not been able to sleep since yesterday
morning before I woke from sleep. Soon comes
Twenty Four hours awake. Like the liqueur store cross
town, the one open 24-7, the one that sells cups by the
cup and ice by the cube to the old Mexican.
I have wondered during this past night, around
the innards of my brain's, if my name was not mine,
and I was not a mixed blood and have this peculiar
complexion on my leather and haunches, would
the wheels of the medical profession treat particular.
The Daily Ear Spasms. The Daily Facial Spasms. The Cluster
bombs that explode as an ambush. No notice. Just pain.
My neck, left shoulder and arm are in pain. The cervical
spine laughs at the lower lumbar pain that has moved in.
A shout out about this damned pain that makes me want to scream. Sir.
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