Dear friends,
I have been AWOL for awhile. Check out my latest burst of creativity for a bit of a laugh. It was almost worth catching the flu to harness a bit of inspiration. Thanks to Sylvia Plath for this one.

Achoo Achoo

Well flu
I’ve a word or two
For you and your
Gobbledegoo
No Kathmandu
Would do
For the likes of you
You crept right through
The pillowy warmth
Of pockets of goose
Down you swept
Through the gap in my
Neck
Zipped from the nave to the chaps
You flew in the face
Of the shot
In my arm
A protective prick
It would not do
For you and your
Strain
Strange on Wednesday
You came
And sent me to bed
A brief surrender
I knew
I would rise anew
Phoenix-like
I would pursue you
With Sudafed
And cold and flu
Nurofen too
A slew of weaponry
A beef vindaloo
A box of tissues
But alas achoo
You met me head-on
My ambient core
Core of my heart
A plaything in your
Portmanteau
But I rallied again
No! I told you
A honied brew
Of curatives
To decongest the goo
But like glue
You stuck fast
Burning a hole in my
Chest
It’s true I waned
Battle-weary my slippers for shoes
A beanie for hair
Slovenly I stewed
In the residue
Of your putrid pestilence
Idleness may be the devil’s friend
But mine enemy
Your Achilles heel
Was rest
A breakthrough
And so I drew
The covers up
The curtains down
And entreated you
Welcomed you
To a rendezvous
But you stayed true
To your virological origins
Old ghostly flu
Alighting quietly
You flew
From my zipped up Kathmandu
Your silent flight
A coup
For me
But not for all of you
So zip up your Kathmandus
Dear friends do not do as I do
Do not court or woo the flu
For he caught me
And will
Catch you too
Best safety lies in fear, tis true
Beware the fiend beware the flu