confessions of a cripple

screw this I'm broken bones

lying here with broken
toes
ankle
spirit
i remember a time when I longed to be wheelchair bound
insanity now

i thought of all the time I could
write
read
live
without having to work for anyone
only myself

but here I sit today
three
long
weeks
and all I have banged out is this four stanza piece
of self-loathing

i can hear other bikers roaring by outside my window
rumbling
freedom
givers
the machine which gave me such rapturous joy and agonizing pain
will return

-Lewis Applequist