my head it aches
my throat is tight
i might just cough
all through the nite
my mouth tastes like
a garbage can
or silver nitrate
in a gland
i want to write
but i cannot
because my head
is all I've got
the juicy flow
i so count on
it isn't here
it's really gone
so off to bed
i'll take myself
and leave this poem
upon your shelf
Monday, May 17, 2010
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