Poetry

Joe Dolce: Two Poems

Flu Fanculo   Horror coaster cough roaring out Luna Park lungs razor shearing throat tunnel and tracks sinus implosion spraying a two foot perimeter explosion as close to an epileptic twist as you get without having a jacked-up Jerry Lewis fit empty tissue boxes rising like M-15 mags wastebasket brimming wet burning metal rags how many different hacking sounds can a throat make? I scare myself to sleep I scare others awake stomach acid mixed in with thick gluey glug hell throat contracting around stuck plug always waiting for the Big Red Clot the tissue of blood the TB flag…

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