Monday, May 03, 2010

Too Red, Too Little

Train running up my nostrils,
Dry lips stiffened.

Sun on my head,
Winter blowing on my chest.

When, oh when, will I be over
this long trip of heat over body,

Short of asking the doctor who only scribes
Something between an apple and aspirin.

I say, too red, too little.

P.S.: You said it: I am having a mild flu. Though, nothing like some humour to brighten my evening.

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