Short Sinuses Poems
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Self-flagellated sinuses
Sandpaper swallowing
Sinuous snot surmounted sneezes
Strange sultry speech sounds sexy
Stupid sickness
Saturdays should be savored.
Prescribing a pinch of INFERNO
Add a mg of TNT
A Bomb a day will keep Eden far away
DEATH always cures the sinuses
SLEEP,DREAM,PRAY,SCREAM
And when you wake up
Mommy will give you a touch of NUCLEAR ICE CREAM
I toil sweaty on a deck among peers
a score of equals sweating slaving away
under a baking sun, salt clearing sinuses,
blood streaming through pipes, singing in the wires,
obsessed, heat, motion, control,
desire walks on.
An amazing fact so say the scientists
That every ****** can actually clear one's sinuses
If you have a cold or not
It will even clear old snot
As well as make you happy and gets rid of psoriasis
(Not confirmed yet)
In days of yore
her husband snored
Her nightly grief
knew no relief
But then by chance
she learned to pole-dance
which promptly cleared his sinuses
~ Though that had its plusses and minuses
rude cold pierces bone
footsteps…signal subzero
powder crunches loud
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lungs ache with pin pricks
nose burns…sinuses frozen
short breaths fog vision
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cold overtakes sense
life…dependent on senses
must find shelter now
The fuzzy white spindle spears my sinuses
as the nurse says “head back, more, more,”
as the back of my throat cries tears of blood,
as the nurse grasps the nape of my neck as if we were about to kiss,
as the back of my throat kisses the fuzzy white spindle,
as I must be back in two weeks for more, more.
I am amazed at the rolling clouds roll by
my sinuses persist to throb
I see those moving leaves on the maple trees
I feel the warmth of the surrounding flowers
I see drops of dew rising from the grasses
How can this be you say?
"You see I AM BLIND"
11/16/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
You would think
something would be there,
rattling in your brain,
worth writing down.
And you would be wrong.
Chills in waves,
sinuses are raw,
pressure on the eyes,
cicadas buzz the ears
in a monotone song.
Pushing text around,
edits here and there,
delete key winning out,
nothing very strong.
Drag myself outside,
Missy needs a walk,
living in the moment,
bringing me along.
The Dark Hours
L. B.
A piercing cold has crept into my bones – today !
A numbing chill has penetrated my soul – today !
A thick, chocking lump grows in my throat – today !
A pressure began to swell in my sinuses – today !
A breaking of trust could be felt in my heart – today !
A crashing down of my world could be heard – today !
All came on the “ hush ” to one in the back ground – today !
B. J. “A” 2
December 8th 2003
in a leather jacket
birthday cake sandwiches help
clear my sinuses
Googly Hancock; and backseat baristas
Bob Dylan is back in the studio
did he pop out to the shops? Where's he been?
Big Daddy Kane outside Dapper Dan's -
You tossed a coin in the fountain
Wishing to be as happy as a blue cat
storckappopotamus
there will be no custard creams at my wake
nor chocolate bourbons;
take a long walk off a short pier
homewreckers and g'day mate cubes
A classic wind upstaged the evening,
Vocalizing Leaves and Tremulous Aria
Branches. On accompanying fused-sand, framed
and clear, began a run of finely tuned
rivulets -- busy writing, I had not
looked, and saw, dark clouds conjugating --
nor sniffed thickening troops of air~ my
sinuses alerting, their usual swelling. Came a lantern's
flash, came a vivid slash, rumbling
likened to a heavily weighted freight-train, with frantic
mind to lighten its burdensome, brooding load.