a lover’s quarrel...

a lesser bicep tendon in my right shoulder became disinterested
as with most coupled things
incompatibility and a loss of similar interests
like binding a key muscle to a bone for the sake of balance and harmony
became not so much a situation of contention
but instead one of detachment

medicine has advanced quite a bit lately
and surgical prowess being one with still high profit margins
the said two estranged body parts were given little choice
as the young surgeon whipped out a serious can of arthroscopic whoopass
and with much chagrin and resentment
the disgruntled two were again merged

they voiced their displeasure with heinous fits of acuteness
they threw tantrums that throbbed in waves throughout the day and night
threatening to shift the earth on it’s axis
but the pharmaceuticals cried foul
and a remedy was spread thick upon the enraged beasts
before they could dig in their heals

a morphine and codeine martini was all it took
as long as the host took it four times an hour
for as soon as the embittered duo were again released from distraction
they continued to plummet their host with the dissatisfactions of their condition

so now peace is on the horizon
new treaties are in place
terms have been mitigated
but the host still suffers from the fallout
other organs now crave the particular libation that pacified the embattled
and the host still feels like shit