when sickness stops you functioning


Blocked Passages

I can't hear you,
A visual warp with sound
Like a slow motion spiral
Everything dumbed down

Needing concentration
An injection of life
But I have invisible muffs on
And they're temporarily glued

Nostrils inflamed
By the grate of unsoft paper
Trying to blow it all out
But you can't huff and puff

Enough to whisk the wolf away
My brick house superseding
The hut of smoke and straw.
What you blow is never enough.

A thin auditory passage cleared,
A faint rainbow to the leprechaun pot.
But is gold my health?
Is it right or reward?

So my pitch has been lowered,
A new chucker in for the count
A diffuser added for good measure,
To remove the frizzy bits

And they block, those pathways of pain and air
My eyes want to close beyond a care
And deep in this space there's a need for nowhere
But I'm still here, sucking in




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 03:21

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