poem by jim mccrary

 

SEA

SON

AL

A BRIEF

To catch 

To catch a virus

To catch a cold

To catch a break

To catch a breathe

Cache is what

Something fresh

Something without harm

Something that expands

Something that fills

The air is heavy

The wind is dark

The clouds are dull

The sun is out

The door is closed

Shut

Compressed

Cramped

In the act of trying  to overcome the lack of

The violence of a body action

The need to create a response

Not desire but the need

Thoughtless reaction

No related to thought ful ness

Somewhere read:

Human take 7.5 million breathes a year

Times that by 80

Want to even imagine

Missing just one

Unable to catch just one

Hacking

Gagging

A violent cough

Physical      

Fighting a infection

A virus

Physical reactions to NO BREATH

You know what it is but

There is that

And again

To sit up all night

All the fear of movement

If it starts again

If it stops

If it stops

Stopped

Just long enough

To catch something

To repeat

To expel  (spell?)

Toss out

Retch

Reach again for something

What part of this is becoming

Part II

They say the only drugs

Are the ones in your system

Right now

Anything else is simple

Augmentation

As in 

This prescription

This mix

This dose

This one

Is Just for you

Justt now

I will wake you out of the

Best sleep ever

To give you another

Best sleep ever

Nto that it cures anytthing

But it does build up a desire for

No pain

If that matters

If that is worth staying for

If that is worth paying for

Look I dont mind being here

Now

But just the other day

That was not the best

Way to meet

And leaving is not so sweet

As described by journals from others

Who seem to be able to heal themselves

Quickly

That said

All is well

Which may be just

Another slow slide into

Everyday

One after another

To what and.

end.