eminent pain

eminent pain poem by steven james humphreys

eminent domain

prevailing brain

no pain no gain

steps on weatherman’s toes

everything remains the same

there’s a puppet in the rocking chair

his hanging strings without a name

he’s got a bald red wooden head

it’s a pain game wrapped in fame

drenched in cold

cold poisonous rain

religiously blaming

serious thinkers

garage bench tinkers

wallowing drinkers

little kindergarteners

in fits of sugar rage

ending in our demise

no surprises locked

in our cage

living forever

isn’t it clever?

how everything

fits together

somehow

mending itself up

without

one

corrugated

tether

a simply

marvelous

lucky shot

with the

basketball

from twenty

feet away

another

‘no

netter’!

 

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