Poetry Archive :: Poorly Sick

I started writing this on Twelfth Night with a horrible virus thing in throat and ears which has finally slowed to the occasional cough and a bit of a runny nose. This I attribute to a lot of exercise and eating like a horse, but it is just as likely that diminished pile of drugs to my left had an influence. Either way, this seemed a great idea for a week’s worth of Haiku, and it seems to have done the trick.

I’m well again, and you get a week’s work of mini-masterpieces in one hit.