There are many things going on
yes, I could be more specific,
but then the details would be
more than the body could carry,
which body, which day, which many,
I have no more for you, ownership being
what it is and clichés riding convenient
horses across the minutes that I could
have counted, but obviously didn't
you're chewing, typing;
I'm sniffling, griping,
such is the wonder of ailment
when one more consonant
might have me sailing, mailing, tailing,
instead I sneeze again
wondering what smells smell like
wishing my ears were the ones
that decided to take the week off.
Roman Ryan 