Sickness

Sickness
By: James Dubeau

Deep
In the pit
Of my stomach
A turning
Twisting
Anguish screams
Wanting to be freed
Bile rises
Matching mass unpleasantness
Wracked against my body
Staggered steps
Across the cool linoleum floor
Bring closer
The porcelain end
However temporary
To this wretched
Abhorrentness
Once
Twice
Three times
The sickness flows
Chunky meat
Mucus
Blood
Swirl about the bowl
Followed by
Fleeting relief

Pathetic Existence

Pathetic Existence
By: James Dubeau

What a pathetic little existence
We all have
Trying to get from point A
To point B
In our meaningless insignificant lives
As I lie here
Fighting back the pain
And coughs
Endured by this dreaded illness
Of mine
It will be my curse until the end of time
My closed eyes
Listen to the world’s soul
Feeling
Rhythmic buzzing of a heartbeat
God’s beat
Measuring out what is to come
Pain and joy
And all that which the future holds
Overhead
Beyond the reach of fingertips
Bloodied
Trying to grasp razor sharp tendrils
To have
And hold tight against my flesh
Being one
With all that surrounds and binds us
But failing
Returning to that meaningless existence
Alone

Medicated

Medicated
By: James Dubeau

My eyes grow heavy
On this afternoon
As pen scratches paper
On this dreary day
I need to be up
Active
Moving around
Running around the block
But today
I cannot
Not while this illness
Hangs heavy
Upon my head
Keeping me weighted down
With medications
Unable to move
Unable to enjoy
That which
I typically do
All that I can
Accomplish today
Is writing these few lines
Before nodding off
Returning
To dreamless sleep

Sickened Muse

Sickened Muse
By: James Dubeau

Where is that spark
Where is that idea
Which will carry me
To the end
I need something
To write about
I need something
To dream about
Worlds to create
Worlds to live
Worlds to meander through
With rambling words
Filling the blank pages
But the spark
Does not come
No inspiration today
Not while I’m feeling ill
Not while I’m nursing this tea
My muse is gone
Away from me today
Hidden behind
The mucus
And illness
She will not return
Not until I’m better
And well rested
And full of spit and gumption

Be Gone Ye Plague

Be Gone Ye Plague
By: James Dubeau

Be gone ye plague
A curse upon my soul
May ye flow from my head
With the green sludge
Which drains from my nose
Aches and pains
Ravage my mind
And body
Keeping the sandman
Away tonight
If only he could fight
On my weakened behalf
And defeat the monsters
Dwelling deep within me
To allow a peaceful slumber
Of which I have not seen
For many a fortnight

Dead James Day

Dead James Day
By: James Dubeau

Could be so lucky
Not to die from GenCon flu
Can be sleep time now?

The World Closes In

The World Closes In
By: James Dubeau

The world closes in
Around my laying form
As my body aches
And head spins

Tissues pile high
On my bedside table
As the box is depleted
Of its fluffy white treasures

A cough ravages my raw throat
And then another
And another
Another

All I can do is lay here
Sip my soda
Blow my nose
And try to get some sleep

Dead James Day

It is dead James day
Just like Megatokyo
Enjoy the haiku

Summertime Yearning

Summertime Yearning
By: James Dubeau

I would love to have a bright day
Full of sunshiny goodness
Warmth radiating from the sky
Keeping me warm
As I lay on the front lawn
Grass prickling my skin
Not a cloud in the sky
Or a care in the world
But here I am
Shivering inside my home
Illness striking me down
As winter rain pours outside
Only a matter of time
Until roads become pure ice
When the sun sets
And darkness falls

Be Gone Devil Plague

Be Gone Devil Plague
By: James Dubeau

Be gone devil plague
Your wrath has laid me right out
Only haikus stay

In other words, I’m sick. So sick that on Monday I didn’t have the strength or motivation to go online. Yes I do use a laptop and yes it was within arms reach of my bed. That is just how sick I was. Things are on the upswing now, but I am in no shape to come up with anything creative for today’s post. Thank you for visiting and I hope this haiku is sufficient for your enjoyment.