Saturday, January 2, 2010

A hamstring's thoughts

Sleep is for the weak.

I stretch, I relax,

These are the simple facts.

Too much and lactic acid leaks.

You will feel the burn.

Cramped, confined,

Never asking if I mind.

This is the respect I earn?

I will fight back.

When you sleep,

I will creep,

And then attack.

A spasm.

A cry.

Ask why?

Minichasm

Of reasons sundry

Neglect, harm,

That day on the farm.

Quite the quandry.

You, taskmaster,

Punish with glee,

Yet also nourish me.

You are a bastard.




I was at : 4308 NW 76 Terrace, Gainesville, FL 32606,


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