20 January 2010

Blame It On Pollen

The teary eyes do not surprise
though faerie dust will disagree
that it disposed a runny nose
or ever caused a chary sneeze

‘Rhinitis’ you say a mite amazed
as if a comic malady
with focus on a mucus to
effect a balanced sanity

You are for sure it’s not your
war and try to counsel warily
but this disquiet begets a riot
and rages on distressfully 

Immunity or harmony would
hardly seem germane to me
but histamines are warring things
repelling motes you cannot see

You are fatigued in aching need
to find a healthy end agreed
within a pill to calm an ill which
seethes dissent disdainfully
© 20 January 2010, I. D. Carswell