Adrift on a Sea of Phlegm

I am fine, my dear; don't worry; fine, as only
A man who is ill can be. The world is wrapped
In a cloak of delirium, strangely quiet, out of
Reach, and harmless, meaningless. Somewhat
Enlightened, I sniffle and stare. I marvel at how
Long the crackling continues each time I wheeze,
And I slide beneath blankets and close my eyes.
I sleep, and sleeping is fine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-09 at 12:57

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