I'm
starting to believe that
' April  is the cruelest month '

tired with a hacking cough
as if sputtering and spitting
wasn't enough
time to call the Doc

He'll give me pills
She always does
they always do
her and him
they and them
fukin pronouns
beat me again.

Still no Michaelangelo
so
where do I go now?

I think it must be obvious
that I must be hallucinating
but
considering the awful state
we're in
it's
probably par for the course.