Running nose
Very bad cold
Four boxes of
Tissues on my
Nose I upload
No respite from
My Fucked cold
Pain and Passion
Of a 65 year old
Out in the cold
A nose that bears
The brunt like a
Public commode
Now in Auto mode
On the soul of my
Sorrow a poem
Implodes ...
Pretentiously
Posturing as
An Ode ..
A poets misery
A poets abode
An injured toe
Adds injury
To the load
Empowered
By words I
Could not
Withhold
Very bad cold
