Scatterbrain (January 17, 2019)

It's 2:28 am

Another night

Of broken sleep.

Chaotic negative thoughts

Running everywhere

No clear direction

Or any sign of ending.

Questioning everything

To breakdown

These negative thought

Reinforced loops

Holding me captive.

Running raggety

As signs of cold/flu

Mounting new offensive

Over my abused body.

Tissue boxes decimated

With alarming ease

By my bedside.

Wondering

How many trees

Been sacrificed

For this.

Paper waste grows

Into plastic containers

And finite space

Is overflowing.

Each nasal explosion

Venus and Squeak hide

Into parts unknown.

And yet

Perfectly allowable

Sneezing cat germs

All over me.

Traitors!

Talk about

Double standard.

As I count

Number of days

Til winter’s end.

Therisa © 2019

Valley Girl To The Max (February 23, 2008)

Listen here

You damn virus

You're suppose

To left my body.

Two weeks is

More than enough time

To move it.

Like last week

Waking up

With a sore throat

Is like.

So

Yesterday news

Mon.

I want today's news

And you're not it.

So

Um

Isn't it like

Time for you

To get your bags packed

And leave

Pronto like.

Oh no

I must be sick

I'm writing

In Valley Girl mode.

Does anyone

Still speak

Like this

Totally rad way?

Shivering
At the thought.

Therisa © 2008

Author's note: Another poem taken, from my poetic morgue. About 12 days ago, I noticed the first signs of a chest infection that still sticking around me, refusing to leave, like a good guest does, when asked to. Somehow, I remembered this poem, and so, am now sharing it, with a wider audience. And yes, I do remember watching the movie and the TV series, Clueless.