THE CLOUDS GLUED MY KNEES TOGETHER

Leaded skies pour super glue
over my naked knees,
locked in an unbreakable bond,
sapping my strength.

Unable to rise
from that easy chair
where my body feels free
of any lighting pain bites,
which always strike
when I dare to move
towards places my heart longs to see,
perhaps tomorrow’s sun
will evaporate the seal.

Oh I could be a king
or valiant knight
if this smothering gray
didn’t hold me slave,
mutating my muscles
into a sloth’s sluggish form.

Doomed to a watch
and never act,
sullen waves of molasses
keep me stuck
watching a television for exercise.