Saturday, April 21, 2018

With Nostrils Stuffed

With nostrils stuffed
I sleep fitfully
Dayquil beside me
Immune system rebuffed

The lines don't scan
Congestion too strong
How did Keats maintain AB-AB-AABB-
While convulsing with TB?

Rhyme schemes and fever dreams
Four days and counting
Sweat-soaked sheets and
Nights without sleep

Not much energy left for hacking out bad poems frankly

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