Kidneys like Stone

I have poems that ache like large kidney stones inside of me

Hard Churning - Crystals of Dynamite

boiling slow inside -
against the smalls of my back
on either side of my spine


I can feel them
When I lay on the ground
They ache to plant themselves in the Earth
They punish me for ignoring them
for not doing my maintenance
for disregarding the Muses,
for not keeping up with the Work


Till what cost do I betray my ears?
to pick up the pen – turn my back on the band
march myself up to the garret quiet
and yet again
cease to listen
to the music