Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Spine

Shivers in my spinal column
Send me confessing sobs and sins
Out into these darkened hours
In which sleep has been missing.
Whereas I turn and obsess
Over comfort (or the lacking of such)
My spine, my neck, my nerves
Send me convulsing in
Either irritation or pain (not sure which)
And I spend another
Night of wasted sleep pondering the
Severing of my own spine.
Rip it from its resting place and
Play jump rope with it,
To adjust it to my liking.

May 29, 2007
Suge


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