My immunity system needs filling
up, especially now with all those germs
blitzing through the hallway, killing
what they can without pity, strictly on their terms.
Cold hands say I shouldn’t fill feeders;
sandpaper throat whispers that I should stop
my blustery yelling and read more.
With middle-age eyes I can see germs dropping
out of nowhere onto my flesh, into my bloodstream.
They surround me know, festering with disease.
Induce the orange juice dream,
Quarantine this husk to unconscious oblivion
and choke down a multivitamin.
1/20/11up, especially now with all those germs
blitzing through the hallway, killing
what they can without pity, strictly on their terms.
Cold hands say I shouldn’t fill feeders;
sandpaper throat whispers that I should stop
my blustery yelling and read more.
With middle-age eyes I can see germs dropping
out of nowhere onto my flesh, into my bloodstream.
They surround me know, festering with disease.
Induce the orange juice dream,
Quarantine this husk to unconscious oblivion
and choke down a multivitamin.
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