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
fart 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 un
expected 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.