my eyes feel like they are oozing poisonous sap
branding onto my cheeks, flames, cheeky
my nose burns as I breathe in and out
my lungs hurt 
my ears are full of melody
my heart is full of distressing desire
a pill 
to quiet the thrumming 
the body zaps, complexes of anatomy
a hot steamy shower 
a rain droplet 
a stream of consciousness
a loss of splitting hairs
patterned baldness like
constellations in the sky 
describing my past/present/future
blanketed in pale white blank
stars along my fingertips
up my arms
scrawling star matter
like fairy dust
flying high
mistaken for a warbling 
bird whistling skillfully in 
my ears tales 
of years and years and years
that no longer flow
in a single line but diverge
off into perpendicular 
vivid delights 
that make me blush
the stars fade 
my fingertips still 
but the story still thrums
hums 
sweetly tasting like
dizzy summer fruits
skeleton leaves on the 
breeze tickling 
my sinuses
trigger the oozes 
from my eyes
the itch in my skin
though I love the 
warm winds
I long for the cooling
of nights
the sleeping of trees
so the constant need
to scratch 
to itch
to release relief
ceases and slumbers
the raindrops freeze
the stars hang out longer
the fairies pinch my nose
as they dance along
off to the next delight

"Ode to my viscous summer allergies"
c barker 
Monday June 29th, 2009