In Fever

spinnerBy degrees, words slip into my mind

and spin into lines that make sense

in this fevered moment, but will later

read as the impassioned words of another –

madman, prophet, troubled soul, friend, lover, murderer.


Fever Time

Waking in a feverish afternoon and thinking,

“It’s much too early to get up.”

Realizing the sun is somehow now misplaced,

rising in the west, I weakly stand.

I’m a sundial gnomon. My shadow warped.

time warped