ebb and flow
of wind
its heavy tide
its single bent note pet snake hissing whistle chilled hiss
branches crack
its heavy tide
its single bent note pet snake hissing whistle chilled hiss
branches crack
in the exalted squall
and in here
head cold vice grip
cement in the sinuses
sneezing wheezer
mouth breather
tearful hacker
half-staff eyes
threadbare back bones
maybe the wind
can bluster my head open
March 15, 2010 -- 5:46 a.m.
1 comment:
oh gosh, that sounds just terrible. the good news: your ailment gave you excellent creative fodder!
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