Ode to pain
Ode to Fibromyalgia That creeping cosmic dread That dim half-remembered presence That shadowy mysterious woman That delicious agony The sumptuous pain You came in through the kitchen side door So softly that I didn’t hear the latch And then as I stood washing the doing up You stood there gently breathing down my neck Until you spread yourself down my right arm Slowly emanating the stain of a warm buzz Through my entire total human organism Before I knew you were back in my life Keeping me up at night Going all hours like a bride groom’s speech But still I told myself It was me not you It wasn’t the old you I knew This was another thing, a normal one Tearing me a new one slowly but surely Until I realise my head is out of my firmament And you have returned In your best Goyaesque black dress A veil floating over your face But it’s you alright Come to take be back but first We dance a gentle merry jig around the room Still it’s no...