the agonies

 

from the womb to
the grave

from first breath
to last gasp

matchbox sized
agonies

car sized
agonies

superstore sized
agonies

agonies of every
imagination

the blunt force
trauma of the
everyday

the persistence
of agony like
nagging mosquitoe
bites upon our
pale flesh

like the last hand
held

the last hand
pulled
away

the last kiss
given

the last kiss
received

the last love
blessed

the last love
cursed

the agonies:

sharp
dull
burning
icy
stationary
radiating

forver
ours

married to each
of us through war
and peace

throug genius and
stupidity

through doing the
right things that
turn out wrong

through doing the
wrong things that
turn out right

forever the court
jesters the agonies
are

and the joke is
always at our
expense