Monday, December 3, 2007

In Flew Enza

Hacking
hacking
hacking up.
Bubbling lungs
expand and contract.
Freezing cold,
wrapped up in a sheep
and the cow will jump over the moon.
Take one,
take two,
take enough
just to sleep.
Take a hot shower
and scream.
Mild water
burns contaminated flesh.
Get out.
Light another cigarette.
Drip
dripp
dripping
cold.
I will not get better.
I will not get better
until the cow jumps over the moon.

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