Tuesday, April 12, 2005

illness poetry (4/12)

when you relish
thoughts of
bashing your own face in
with a ball peen
hammer,
or perhaps using a
power drill with a
quarter-inch bit
to penetrate your
nasal cavity,
it's a good sign that
the unmedicated
sinus congestion
you've suffered with
for seven hours
has finally driven you
a bit crazy.

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