another day another hour another handful of pills
i can’t tear open these blister packs
another edit on the page of my never ending ills
i forget my name in the dead of the night
i keep tumbling down down down down
the box car tells me that it’s alright
if i can wake up, it’s likely i didn’t drown

this fever is making me rhyme
i don’t normally think in verse
this swine flu better kill me soon
prose is bad; country rock is so much worse

i’ll probably recover and put this week all behind me
another pebble in my nylon bag of tricks
it’s day six and i’m all out of the words that define me
i don’t know the usernames of the nerds that i licked
media frenzy says i could die now but i don’t believe it
i’m perilous but this isn’t enough
my end will come with a ridiculous display
an octopus, tuesday morning, two pine trees and marshmallow fluff