I swimming thru headache,
tired swooping
eyes heavy handing.
The sand bags plummet.
How my gums
begin to bleed
is truly a wonder.
And the fruits
of my plunder
have yet begun to wither.
Thither goeth
a sensuous shiver.
A season and
a caustic liver.
Leaky creaking.
Must all this
nervous weeping
truly persist?
-r. miller