A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

ON THE SECOND DAY
(8/19/11)


the first
is the
worst

headache
sore throat
stinging eyes
upset stomach
minor pains
from psyche
to sole

it feels
like
a hangover
but I haven't
had a drink
in over
11 years

the next
day
the illness
truly
takes hold
but the body
seems
to adjust

accept

disease
is now
the new
definition
of daily
existence

aside
from avoiding
people
even more
than usual
the outside
observer
would have
little clue

inside
I feel
almost holy

sanctified
by sickness

I now
have new
purpose

new
goals

the everyday
routine
no longer
consumes me

I rule
a personal
planet
of pestilence
and my
raspy word
is final

if
a bit
disturbed