Ug
Virus burnt tracks
Through grey matter
Hollows of non-functioning muscle
Habits and basic functions remain
Neither use nor ornament
Through grey matter
Hollows of non-functioning muscle
Habits and basic functions remain
Neither use nor ornament
4 comments:
As usual, a terrific poem! :)
Feels like that sinking mud....dont know what is it called.
But it sucks you in and leave you blind:)
more like the dregs of flumanchoo, which still rages through the festering bilge that I use as a brain.
fevered writing can be fun, but needs editing when well again...
have a rabbit poem thing that I might put up soon, but unsure as to how much sense it makes, might need a re-write...was fever peaking cold sweats and shakes, when I walked to work, and it kinda evolved on the way.
i thought you meant cjd....oops!
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