sometimes i get deathly ill and decide to write poetry

This might be a fever dream

but i swear i feel a foreign neoconservative cabal infiltrating my body.
Bacterial Rumsfelds? Viral Cheney's?
I'm not sure
but never forget 3/29!
(when my tower crumpled into an ill made bed)

all hope is not lost.
my face flushes flying fever flags of red
signaling my white blood cell insurgency
taking resistance to the streets,
fighting foreign invaders bloodstream by fucking bloodstream.