Sick

So I've been sick for the past couple days, which has inspired this poem. The second poem is a cute pseudo-sonnet I wrote in tenth grade when I was also sick. Feeling like crap= creativity flowing? Works for me.
~CD

Senses

A winter palate subtle
For keener eyes to like,
The bland loss in the muddle,
I love when colors spike.

Immunity from gnashing sounds
When decibels appear
May give my satisfaction grounds,
But white noise charms no ear.

Exhaust fumes on busy streets
Cannot be vilified,
Nor notes of softer glacial fleets
Be more sanctified.

Utilitarians can’t see
Adventure is a game.
Differences, but to me
Every food the same.

Desaturate the landscape,
No detail makes it slow.
The sun can’t burn my nape,
But I can’t feel the snow.

“Sense” is a droned noun,
Where “emphasis” had stood.
The bad in my life is toned down,
But then, so is the good.


Bugs in My Body (12/18/07)

There’s a mosquito in my brain.
There’s a beehive in my lung.
Each are buzzing without refrain
And when I swallowed, they stung.
There’s a dragonfly soaring in my nose,
There are beetles in my ears.
Each are chewing me from head to toes
And clapping their wings as jeers.
These insects are pestering me night and day
And ‘til then I wait for my cold to go away.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre