Eliot Spitzer

When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.

Headache

Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger

Sympathy pain

He drank to excess
so why am I the one with
the splitting headacne?

Raveled sleave of care

Fever distorts time.
Sleep the tesseract that jumps
illness to wellness.

You look great

Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”

Senseless

After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.

Body and blood

Ibuprofen my
food. Robitussin my drink.
Illness my altar.

Fever

I incubate germs.
Feel their heat warp my head, their
chill shake my body.

Head cold

Snot blocked mucus jammed
sinus pressure. Every breath
a pulse of pure pain.

Writer’s strike

Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.