Fever is singing in my ears tonight Tomorrow I hope it might go away If I don't matter and it doesn't mind I wish tomorrow could have been today But time only flies until it is chased I fear catching it and leaving behind All of these blue stars and this blue moonlight Which leaves me wondering if I should say Let fever sing without unseemly haste
I choke down aspirins doing my best To live because I have no time to waste If life is what I am supposed to do Since I seem to have a knack for the now You might miss me and I know I'd miss you Having done this much I could do the rest Should mortality and the flu allow But I just get so sick of getting sick I want to develop immunity Getting well seems an existential trick Of our illusion of impunity Since no one escapes from this place alive
Here where when one flu takes its leave of me It's only so the next one can arrive In some unhealthful continuity Where run-amok TVs squawk down the hall Looking for me with their sickly blue light Burbling broadcasting electric freefall Like fever singing in my ears tonight A night it looks now I might leave behind If I don't matter and it doesn't mind
One of the most poetic lines I have read in a while. I love the way your express yourself. The way you put words together is a sign of talent. Thank you for sharing yours with me.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Chrissy
One of the most poetic lines I have read in a while. I love the way your express yourself. The way you put words together is a sign of talent. Thank you for sharing yours with me.