Poetry Blogs (flu)
Don’t tell anyone. Just regret each moment, each turn
to the other side and breathe reluctantly through
your mouth and wait.
There is a heat that takes its time, almost as much
as getting to sleep, before it stakes full claim.
Once there, it’s like tar. Thick, non-cha...
Sunday 10th April 2011 5:02 pm
The harking of my illness throat,
Another hole, A sunken boat,
You cannot cure the lamb from slaughter,
So keep it’s head held underwater.
The sniffing comes with such a bug,
Cut it down, the trees are blood,
You cannot clear this woodland path,
Not at all, not even half.
The guilt arrives and joins the others,
Sniffing and Harking, pain-crossed lovers,...
Thursday 10th March 2011 10:28 am