Saturday, March 1, 2014


A chord is mutually shared,
By ca-coughers’ notes that blare.
Failed breath, broken speech
Puddled thoughts, sticky each.

A sentence rarely makes it out
Dreams may flow through stream of thought.

Phlegm and dripping,
Noses weeping
Cough breaks down the brain.
A wheezing here,
A gasping glare,
Patience wearing thin.

So de-tune up,
And load a cough,
Ready on my cue.

For though we’d stop,
it’s been enough,
Still coughing does ensue. 

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