Tuesday, November 3, 2015
POEM: "Chest Fever"
You say chest fever won't last
Now I wonder if you're right. But
No, you'll have to plan the get-away
The side-entrance, the alleyways and exits
Remove the extensions and anxiety
(A relief when you're last in line)
A single life is sad, she said, legs over mine
Everyone's chest fever is waiting everyplace
In our ultimate marrow the other one never comes
Chest fever, a day that rejects us
Chest fever, a line on an X-ray
Chest fever, leaving our glasses behind.
© 2012 Rob Schackne