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The Movement

Life Induced Constipation

At the five-o-clock point of the colon is where
I am stuck like an overgrown presence of pain
That can’t be gotten rid of. I simply must wait.
In the meantime I’m losing the will to create.
It would seem that this body is on a campaign
To teach me a damned lesson… perhaps not to swear.

World War Three in slow motion is instant world news.
It mirrors well the conflict that rages in me.
Must there be some connection wherein I may find
A solution to offer relief of some kind?
Doctors say that I’m normal. It’s hard to agree,
But if I don’t, it will be a battle I’ll lose.

The Movement is ongoing and awfully slow
Like the news. My world issues are known by no one
But my own consciousness in a state of duress.
By my writing about this I may gain success
In at least finding humor and ultimate fun
With this living dilemma wherein I must grow.

I can treat my trick muscle with comic relief
Of a kind that is corny yet tickles the mind
Into instant exposure to some healing grace.
It remains ever important that I embrace
Every wonderful thought and feeling I can find
And pray that the presence of my pain will be brief.


Involuntary Movement Of Matter

The digestion of life comes with issues for some.
Their existence intolerance debilitates.
Feeling stuck in the plumbing each waking moment
Moves them to take such actions that they may lament.
Fortunate is the person who eliminates
With no problems like obstructions to overcome.

Who can speak of resistance to natural flow?
All who breathe and draw sustenance know how it feels
For the muscular rhythm to pass stuff along.
If it’s not working properly, something is wrong
With the mind – not the body. The spirit that heals
Is at work at each moment. It’s good that all know.

Chicken soup and disaster do not separate.
At the pit of the body the two become one.
This becomes problematic. How can I not feed
On the things that I don’t want? How can I be freed
From the stuff that is in there that feels like a ton?
I’m so backed up on living that I can’t see straight.

Proper diet is indicated – but what of?
By denying it and putting on a fake show
Or by beating myself up for not feeling well
I create malnutrition and cannot compel
The least bit of a presence. The good that I know
Is that I’m being guided by infinite love.