Kasamir’s Body

Kasamir’s Body

Would I hate my lightning show?

From an alarming sudden blinding salvo

That reaches to abstract art in a dynamic flow

Rich colors in angular carts that glow

Sickening feelings I smell the dust

Dull ache that makes food just by name a bust

Broken right eye throbbing head

Left eye under attack is this migraine’s shed

I hate that name which has always laid me lame

But I force my hands my body to fight its claim

For also I know that this is no battle brave

There are so many others that life has knaved

This is why never complain but use it

Defy whenever we can anything that afflicts

Emotions will always push in the direction of pity

But stamp that out and rule in your bodily city