Sick 4.25.2015

Awake.

Sky opaque.

What is the meaning of it all?

No special plans to follow;

Nose stuffed, ache or two.

Sky thick, you hollow.

What to do?

Go out

Into that mystic spot,

A cryptic universe –

Converse as if there’s someone there,

Then leave the bed.

A little later bed’s still better.

Cup of coffee, cereal.

Radio – the world brought nearer,

Real’s realer.

Media in eye and ear –

(a TV’s also in the chamber).

Drained of energy and weak,

Fatigued, fagged out, concerned and sick.

One bug and she’s an underdog.

A categorical, outrageous drag!

The scalawag!*

* scalawag; a rascal

Sick 4.25.2015

Defiant Doggerel; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

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