I've been sick
The sickness wells up inside me. I get shakes and feel queasy, a carnival is riding around in my stomach. I get urges of purges, a great increase in desire to watch soap operas. That kind of viewing will purge the sickness.
sunken meadow, obliterate my creed
The sickness migrates to my mind: my mind is sick. I get dementia and become delusional. I think nothing thoughts and grind away at remedial tasks, confounded from a perspective of a sea cucumber or any number of bi-valves. I get anxious and throw away all food. I do not need anything. The grating air around me stifles my synapses. I soon collapse and remain prostrate on the floor for hours.
falsely commune, uniqueness naught
I awaken to sickness in my stomach. I decide to purge. 15 minutes. Weakened by the deluge from the torso-median, it is a wonder I could ever get back to work. I do. I don’t. I have some bristling sardines in hot mustard sauce left. Oil will make things feel better.
meadow light, soft rest, lingering indefinitely
sunken meadow, obliterate my creed
The sickness migrates to my mind: my mind is sick. I get dementia and become delusional. I think nothing thoughts and grind away at remedial tasks, confounded from a perspective of a sea cucumber or any number of bi-valves. I get anxious and throw away all food. I do not need anything. The grating air around me stifles my synapses. I soon collapse and remain prostrate on the floor for hours.
falsely commune, uniqueness naught
I awaken to sickness in my stomach. I decide to purge. 15 minutes. Weakened by the deluge from the torso-median, it is a wonder I could ever get back to work. I do. I don’t. I have some bristling sardines in hot mustard sauce left. Oil will make things feel better.
meadow light, soft rest, lingering indefinitely
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