❤ SPRING IS IN THE AIR ❤
as it happens. always happens.
The sickness is in the air.
The virus, the plague, the malicious attempt at humor from
most vile ATOMS produced on this
Earth’s greatest weapon.
This “Pollen Pollution”
[(Which for now and forever will be referred to as PP, just in case “they” are listening…..)(Who is “they,” “you” may be wondering. “They “ is “Them”. The conservatives? Maybe. The liberals? Possibly. The hippies? Most likely. The eccentric? Getting warmer. Anyone who disagrees with “me”? Damn straight, bitch. “You”? If any one of the above applies, yes.)]
is something that some are immune to
(Call them Springwalkers, if you will)
And these Springwalkers were blessed, somehow, some way, and are able to
WALK AROUND A PARK
without fear of plant reproductive juices fuckin up their orifices.
Was once a Springwalker. But the PP somehow changed.
Decided to target me
ME GODDAMN IT!
So now, when I walk outside
I fear the PP.
People in my shoes, these sad, dilapidated, defeated shoes
Are what we call–
One night, deep into the War of the Spring time I laid upon my bed
My eyes squinting as if the sun were too bright,
Burning as if infected by lice
Red as if….tomato.
My nose was useless,
clogged by its own mess
tender from all of the prodding
My skin crawled from the effects of the potent PP
if you could even call it that anymore
felt as if ants were called upon my larynx ,
And what a festive party it was, and always is.
No amount of scratching with the back of my tongue
or the ill-fated journey of mine own finger
could quell the PP beast.
I prayed that night. I prayed for
Salvation came in the form of a cocktail of,
(Allegra, benadryl, zyrtec, nasacort, claritin-nondrowsy, claritin-yesdrowsy, local honey, nonlocal honey, drowsy honey.)
I became a shell of my former self whenever I took this cocktail
it felt good to breathe clearly for five minutes.
Though I’d usually sleep for days at a time afterwards and would wake up in a
drunken- maybe dreamlike, or possibly even cracked out
It was better than having to deal with PP.
Spring is in the air, plant sperm and eggs.
Spring is in the air, Earths’ attempt at a massive orgy
Spring is in the air