P O L Y P H O N Y of my Health

Infected,

Statically rejected

The bitter cells of my heart disrespected

Blue iron and vitamin C injected

How now our bodies fail

Exempted, now heaved, lowered sails

We, shelled, float on a harbor

Awaiting a kinder sun to bring us our arbor

Something green and lacking tear stains to deprive us of our beds

I would get up,

could get up

should I know with greater certainty

there was a chord certainly

in the shadowed counterpoint

musical joints

of incarnate, sonic flexibility

those moments when notes un-reconciled place pressure on my head

dead

by any standard I've previously lived by

bread

in love, of life, memories of you, oh shiver I

Masked men, in the streets of my jury

Quarantine me then, bar me from my worry

and inhabitions

These subconscious decisions

Shaken and thinned by a will within me

Annexing my very breath to the will of the sea

drowned by my dreams' own disease

discontented for the exterior side of my window pane

Oh now in my fever, I fain

my recovery

Ventilate me, not slowly

Lest this self pity multiply and consume the cells of my heart