(CJA has previously published prose and photography in the Springs, now he successfully adds poetry to his site canon–LA)
only the vain
and who isn’t in this country?
can feel the strain
of trying to stay the same
sweat rolling down my brain
all the while lines appear
caked up thick!
in a funeral parlor’s pit
staying fit, I should trade it for a crucifix
exercise schedules
and dietary rituals
spread on low-carb bread
the gym and the road, to cheat
the old varicose veined hag of death
who appears by our bedside
the heartbeat’s timekeeper,
with a coroner’s stopwatch
destroying our sunshine
the temporal concubine
run five miles today
the flesh says, “Get slim, Sunny Jim”
still marked and measured for death
—I will fulfill your destiny yet!
with or without the benefit
of running shoes and exercise equipment
a Nike SWOOSH on your coffin lid?
CJA
Love the way is builds to the question.
I am surrounded by grim joggers and snobby espresso frillies who hold up lines by forcing baristas to locate a negative calorie nut milk.
And I know something about the skiinies. They claim it is fitness–damn liars, it is vanity. Simple vanity.
I hope we see more of this side of your work soon!
Leila
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