Wednesday, January 19, 2011


A foggy head
laying low in a foggy heart.
A ragged start.

A sinus silo
filling in with pressure grain.
What a pain.

Little I think
above the mucus descent.
My thoughts are bent.

A nasal muse
a mist to be sprayed.
How I prayed.

I saw my dad with a Kleenex
hanging from the right side of
his nose.
Time froze
as I remembered him saying
hello with the dangling
participle waving in the wind.
I guess it is better than
watching a drop form on
the tip of his facial protrusion.
I’ve watched that too.
His leaky facial fawcet
running up a bill.
I wanted to tighten his ear
to dam up the trickle.
Lefty loosey righty tighty.

I suppose the muse cut through
the mucus today
and I am on my way.


  1. LOL.... Someone has a cold? I loved your poem, very descriptive. I could picture your painted word picture right to the end.

  2. nice. i hate really got going there int eh middle though...nice...

  3. awesome what you can make out of an ordinary cold...

  4. Tis the season of the cold...the college campus, I know, is one giant roving mass of sniffles and snot. It's where my mind went as soon as I read your lines; that and the desire to be as far away from the roiling, potential vat of sickness as well. One thing I certainly don't need!

  5. If you think its buggers but its snot.. sorry..

    The nose tickle/burn.. hate when that happens.

  6. This made me laugh out loud. You are so crafty! I hope the mucus thins out soon :) Bless you.

  7. Atchoooo
    This is great how you describe a cold... omy!

  8. I swear I blowing my nose throughout most of this read... I love it. great read. you're a talented writer, Jerry
    - Sy

  9. the kleenex in the nose thing...

    my dad would do that too
    as does my husband

    it must be a guy thing


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