On pain and two original poems
I tried for a year as a pre-adolescent and in my first year of high school to play formal-league U.S. football. It didn’t go well, so I turned to running and swimming for exercise.
But one thing one of the coaches said in the pre-adolescent year has stayed with me. After I got hit really hard by another player in practice, the coach patted me on the shoulder and said something like “don’t fight the pain.” I think it was a profound statement. Sometimes trying to resist pain only makes the pain worse.
Two poems
“Torso” by yours truly
Tore my torso;
Makes me so sore so,
Behold and lo so:
You may not want to know,
So I’ll try to keep quiet.
More should try it.
“Friend” by yours truly
“Do you have a squirrel friend?”
“No, no committed URL friend either. Won’t pretend. You know how it is on the Internet.”
“Do you have a whirl friend?”
“Yes, he keeps dragging me into a vortex. His name is Ezra Pun-d.”
“Do you have any hurl friends?”
“Yes, you know how it is with guys. Sometimes we drink too much when hanging out.”
“Did you ever have a curl friend?”
“Oh, yes, her hair!”
“Do you have hyper-real friends?”
“Yes, I believe I am very popular.”