the cactus man
the cactus man
hurts my soul
with thorns
of love
pierces me
with blades
of truth
thrives best when
love has
run dry
what
a
prick.
* * * * *
muscles, soreness and exercise
after not
working out
for a few weeks
i decided
to go for a jog
and lift
some weights
the next day,
i couldn’t walk
nor move my arms
as my muscles
had become sore.
today,
i read a collection
of poetry by
bukowski.
i hadn’t touched it
in a long time
i am afraid
for tomorrow
* Casey Quinn is a writer of prose and poetry. He is also the editor of the online magazine Short Story Library http://shortstory.us.com as well as the managing editor of ReadMe Publishing www.readme.us.com
