cold blue skies surround fallen reds and ochre’s
bright white dims her loving arms
days are shorter, nights are cooler
harvest of the influenza moon
sniffles, shivers, cough all around
100.5, 100.8, 101.5 still climbing
blow, blow, yellow – retch
rasp, just a rasp – no voice to be heard
time rolls back beneath burning lifeless lids
rubbing shoulders - up against - world citizens
convergence - las vegas – snake eyes
hello would you like a catalog
can I scan your badge
that’s a terrible cough you have
thanks for stopping by
101.8, 102.4, 103.0 still climbing
where’s my germicide
© 2004 sara coslett
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
and they're saying the 'flu's gonna be bad this year--and we've run out of shots...panic is starting to set in some places
horrifying, but effective write--hope you don't get it (and if you do, get better, QUICK!)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Which is why I take high doses of Vit C and Zinc.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|A snotty write Sara...lol!!
I guess you are not feeling too well...or someone "close" to you!!