Lifted from bed by the shot
Through pelvis, thigh, and toes
Pain followed by the burn
Nausea riding the cresting waves.
Sleep a distant memory now
Sitting bedside takes the pain
Until the doze and fall off the bed
Crashing into the night stand.
What worked yesterday fails now
But may return for the good
At an undisclosed location
Cheney bunker growling in the dark.
The oddest of lovers, this torment
Touching most intimate of spaces
And ripping them from the deep
Corners of body, heart, soul
Running through the litany of
What worked on night shifts passed
Finally succumbing to reality of
Piled pillows, Kindle, and mala
Not clear enough to read
Fatigue and pain a potent fog
The beads slip through my fingers
Until I become one with the enemy