Ready Poem by Jon Edward Walker

Peaceful days and nights
come upon me like a storm
as the tornado of weeks
and months follow
I began to stretch my boundaries
test my limitations,
determine the level of freedom I supposedly have
I calm my breathing and hone my body
and I wait
my muscles are built,
relaxed yet tense,
ready, they like myself
are ready

Ready for the time
when once again I will have cheap girls
expensive liquor and cocaine
lonely nights
not spent alone
hangovers horrible
beer for breakfast
and bottles of peptobismal
for brunch
for now however I have peace
and comfort
a warm bed
and a steady love
but I’m ready.