Thursday, December 09, 2010

Fever in Form of Poem

Human beings are just so clumsy
they are always bumping into things
which is part of the reason
that our nights are plagued
by the sound of ambulances
screaming through the night.
I would like to find someone
funny and determined enough
to make me laugh through
this cold and these chills
a fever mechanism making
everything doubtful and smudged.
What I'd really like is a bed
with a big blanket on it
and a box of tissues and some
zoned-out internet garbage
say, someone covered in cotton
and moving through traffic
without fear or trepidation
won't you come over right now?

2 Comments:

Blogger Ever said...

I adore big blankets and internet garbage. Wonderful poem. xxx

7:44 PM  
Blogger joanna said...

Nice poem, TC. But are you really sick?

12:17 PM  

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