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a strange flu in late july
makes fevers and coughs and sore joints
seem appropriate
seem a great excuse
to not answer
what couldn't be answered anyway
to lie down
to sleep
(between coughs)
to think of what sits between
life
and everything else
and my cough syrup
is as red as communion wine
and my sacrament
is the next pill
until
the door opens
and it's you
and vanilla wafers
and bananas
and pudding
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Published 3rd Aug 2012
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3rd Aug 2012 2:40pm
As an extended metaphor, this is rich and deeply questions the entire spread of the subject. Thanks for the perspective.
Anonymous
- Edited 16th May 2018 10:05pm
3rd Aug 2012 3:02pm
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3rd Aug 2012 3:08pm
Seems funny to me. The pace of get sick, taking that time to ponder deeper issues,then bailing at the first sight of nanas, the comfort food of children. And your illustrations attached,often seem to me as almost robotic reasoning,trying to make sense of human sentiment. Here I find it witty and humorous
Anonymous
- Edited 20th May 2020 11:37am
3rd Aug 2012 4:08pm
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it may just aswell comedown to
c'offsyrup/wafffers,bananananas,& pudd'ling.....
thee badGoodHumorMan comes tinklin his iscream bells
PS: them celestial,terrestrial,telestial balls makes me'think'o that movie The Extratesticle....(pleas, eXcuse me...wee'spose be serious bout this pootery stuff)
c'offsyrup/wafffers,bananananas,& pudd'ling.....
thee badGoodHumorMan comes tinklin his iscream bells
PS: them celestial,terrestrial,telestial balls makes me'think'o that movie The Extratesticle....(pleas, eXcuse me...wee'spose be serious bout this pootery stuff)
