Fever

My body
a diseased
motel in Wisconsin.

Cold dark liquid
settles in blood
Sweat squeezed tiny seeds.

Lemon clenched in fist
My sour lips have
already slain dawn
Never rise again you yellow beast!

My head will heat the world,
supply energy.
Fill my mind.
An empty pocket
in my jeans.

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