Dengue Fever

Dengue stews you man

The fevers are fun

The hot and cold sweats

Its the muscles that crack

wanting to tear

Bones from sinew

that’s no fun

the fevers drift on and

time travel becomes possible

days drift by in seconds

though so much seems to pass

through your brain that

belongs to the bugs

strange shapes morph

in and out lightness

lavalamp-esque

you are a passive observer

away with the fairies

enduring their trip

the bugs are in control

thirst raging throat

strangely parched

drinking drinking drinking

and still you are dry

at last it seems they take

some time out

body is in decline but

feeling better somehow

you reach the bottom

then start to climb

slow steps exhausted

body been through

the mill chewed

and stewed and spat out

how long can you sleep

how many days to get straight

advice and kindness

don’t rush be gentle

this is not a race

it is not a disgrace

this is the tropics

and this shit happens!