SICK MORNING

things my head in a fluey AM

Blondies Heart Of Glass

electric chairs and long term death row stays

colds, of course, what is my body doing?

the cotton mysteries of TIME

Kissinger in Moscow STILL working the geo

and

that song that goes THE ROTTEN AIR IN VIETNAM . . .

well the fever has made me slow as drugs

and 

draws

a

quiet quilted shield down with my eyelids

and

of course

my hands are a bit like two balloons

(to quote a song)

and

(to quote some poem)

i am a reformed monster

a

stick

of

aches and drama