Ballad of the Gym

 Lifting iron

Barbells pile on

Weight upon weight

Sad, cold garage

Steel eyes and cameras

Look on, look on amazed

Like a spider looks

Constantly surprised

Though unblinking

Robotic and cold

Lifting its arms and legs

Up the silver steel spool

And back on the mat

The square of star jumps

Now I'm a supernova

Now I'm a red dwarf

Watch me explode

Who's watching Mr wolf?

Counting time

Jumping to the seconds

The drudgery of counting

Your life away in bodily ticks

And contraction-expansion of muscle fibres

Like a spider up and down a wall

Well a spider creates a web

Something beautiful

While I surf the web

The internet of uncool

And who knows you Uncle?

Uncle Sam knows all

He twitches his web in NewYork

And there's a tornado in Hong Kong

While I in my gym of body promises

Carry on, carry on

Lifting the kettle, put the kettle on

Polly, take it off again Hun

Back and forth like a serf

And manservant of the humdrum

And I contrast this in my mind

With the beautiful Hungarian forests I could be in

The place of cliffs and whims

And fun, saying come and put the kettle on

To my real hun

The only Hun I call Honey Bun

I long for that back again

I ache more than sinews

From a gym

Ache within on my interweb

My soul search engine

That continually riffles through memories

In the hope of finding a door back in

Or a page in the book of feelings

And hearings of the mind's comings and goings

That gives me any sense of peace

And I realize like through a sandstorm

That I am like a statue made of glass

blowing bubbles

To climb inside to escape sand grains

But I am made of that storm of sand

That is blowing

I am melting that desert life into thicker

Walls for myself

And all I want to do is to smash them down

And break the glass

Shatter these false skies and ceilings

And stop living in this vacuum chamber of feelings

I need to touch what is real again