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A Trojan horse. As Cleopatra in a carpet Enters hidden on a breath Incubus; droplet alien drawn in, sets about its work; brooding job to do. Awaken a little stiff, sweat and grog A scratchy throat; a swollen lymph Shower power, rinse and coffee makes well. No. Twas not to be this false alarm, I’d grabbed. Working fast now, growing, flooding like snow melt hitting parched desert. Seeping into cracks; changing blood-scapes. Reprographic virus; dissociative – to thrive. A false pardon was granted this morning Cruel deception, such as played on Nick Bottom teased mind into belief; a surge of relief, Just early morning rust; blow away sleep dust. I am sick of it now, the sickness; the bug. My alien visitors; my too close encounter making things smell wrong – like vinegar and my nose pop as each side turns to unblock. As big screen drama – epic plays out in my mind. The white cells; the soldiers wiping out alien-kind Dualling MacDuff and MacBeth in Dunsinane cell Waging battle within me; my man-flu living hell. ©pofacedpoetry Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) all right’s reserved
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
MAN-FLU: THE EPIC
A Trojan horse. As Cleopatra in a carpet Enters hidden on a breath Incubus; droplet alien drawn in, sets about its work; brooding job to do. Awaken a little stiff, sweat and grog A scratchy throat; a swollen lymph Shower power, rinse and coffee makes well. No. Twas not to be this false alarm, I’d grabbed. Working fast now, growing, flooding like snow melt hitting parched desert. Seeping into cracks; changing blood-scapes. Reprographic virus; dissociative – to thrive. A false pardon was granted this morning Cruel deception, such as played on Nick Bottom teased mind into belief; a surge of relief, Just early morning rust; blow away sleep dust. I am sick of it now, the sickness; the bug. My alien visitors; my too close encounter making things smell wrong – like vinegar and my nose pop as each side turns to unblock. As big screen drama – epic plays out in my mind. The white cells; the soldiers wiping out alien-kind Dualling MacDuff and MacBeth in Dunsinane cell Waging battle within me; my man-flu living hell. ©pofacedpoetry Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) all right’s reserved
Suffering, as only a man can! An epic battle against alien invaders - the flu'
#aliens#epic#battle#flu#fever#sickness#drama#shakespeare#tragedy#winter
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
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