Two weeks and still in pain. Worse at night. Getting little sleep. I tell you - never hurt your ass-bone! It’s connected to any and everything. It’s the small things that hurt the most.
So not too active on the writing front. In constant pain, not able to concentrate and write. It’s much like a full stomach. Your bodily resources are focused on other things and so there isn’t much blood left for the mind.
I’ve been watching lots of talks about reality, science, chaos theory, belief. Will write about this when I come up for air. But I have during my malaise continued to make some visual poems on the YouTube channel. So, presenting these last few creations.
The Voice Inside Your Head. A popular post, now with voice and image.
Bukowski’s Dinosauria, We. (Born Into This). One of this foundational poems. Pessimistic but damning.
God Damn The King. A complement to this past piece. Just how I feel. My remix of the famous anthem.
Dopamine. Whatever Gets You There. We all have our vices, our needs, the things, small things that keep us going, alive and feeling “here”.
I'm sorry you're in pain and hope you'll you'll mend soon. I enjoyed your visual poems, the first and last especially. I'm more like that Nicaraguan each day, but I have the luxury to do so now, most don't. But totally agree with what you say in this poem. And the way you match images with verses in all these poems is quite striking and most apt. I can't imagine how much time it must have taken to do so. But I do imagine what pleasure it must have been to find each perfect image. I love the search to find perfect image to go with my posts. A much simpler process for me, but the sense of satisfaction when I find it I imagine is similar. Well done.