Carnival of Illnes
("Sick," ver. 2)

This morning
I felt
Like a giant tuft of grey cotton candy,

Still thick with a nauseating fuzziness on the inside,
Drooping and sticky on the outside
After being abandoned all night on this bed,
A heavy steel frame sidewalk and a puddle of covers
Over a mattress soaked with sweat dew.

I am disconnected, puppet-like,
As if I had been shoved stubbornly on a headache stick
And put on display by some speckled teenager
Forced to work at the monotony stand of my room
During a few days of his summer break.

I am forgotten by the children of sanity
Who grasped me on a sweet savor whim,
Only to toss me away, crazed and hungrily out of my mind,
At the sight of something even more ungainly attractive:
Funnel cakes, elephant ears,
Or the ubiquitous but disturbing "fried dough."

The silly, chaotic melodies from emotion's carousel
Play through my mind as I stare at the sugary ceiling,
Waiting for the cleansing rays from the street-sweeper sun
To brush the dirt out of my sticky eyes upon waking.