When that snot &

When that snot &
tears swill ‘nough
[to make it feel as
if I have drowned
in my warm pool]
I’ll sip my phlegm
[enough to plaster
walls – neck-oils &
my swift remedy] –
& speak so clearly
that illness’ll sing
my old fortitudes/
This Parkinson’s is
no hidden trick as
it cheats my chide
[just fuck it off] – I
can bear all losses
of health & illness
now/ There is it all