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auditory illness

Posted to Action Poetry

tympanic irony
the pounding pleasantries
lay me low and down and out
infectious reveries
strip the throat and turn the ears
to press against themselves,
victim to Eustachian clogs
leave me feeling like a ball
of cotton brains and pressure pistons
squeezing through the sinus pipes;
plumb left to the mercy of my nature,
susceptible and bare against
the cruel microbial world