Attuned and listening closely
     when this bag
     o' bones needs to dial z's
else...lack of requisite rest,
     could find this ole
(of lix orbits) to wheeze
finds me recollecting one unique
     (Harriet Harris) quaint aphorism

     uttered by said
     late mum her ashes
     long since scattered
     among incorporated Arcola trees
such as no reason
     to call doctor
     for every **** and sneeze,
thus moost recent 'bout

     feeling physically
     unwell, dis please
zing me Matthew Scott Harris
     to heal mine
     (sic), feeling unwell
     spending no monies
disinclined to contact
     white coated Jeez

hiss Bus driver
     never finds himself
     linkedin with golly
ma free trappings
     constituting sterile medical
     community, but dee
pends on ambient latent healing
     power within self

     which rest and writing
     poetry moost times alee
vee eights, thus bringing
     an unexpected conclusion
     (with...maybe a
     skull king minor
     hemorrhaging concussion)
to this dollop dosage

     viz literary purgative
which vitality restoration
     via resting asper more
      exhaustion than usual
     quality sleep a guarantor to live.