Chill Cancer Poem by Tan Pratonix

It was when I turned the corner of the road to recovery
that you hit me,
A succession of three quick blows in the head shoulders arms ears neck...
And I went down sagging.
The sun-shining bird-singing beauty of the sweet
sucking of health which
the effervescence of red corpuscles churning
spun
To a free-flowing of life-fulness
stuck
in the sinus at the bridge of my nose, and
the slow sickening
Realisation of another mind-wrecking nerve-slashing
evil-of-all-senses
curdling the white lightness of
the enthusiasm that blows
blue horizons of wind-washed fragility
Against a smoked sunset,
cutting
the day-bright florescence to
a heart-swamping black-bludgeoning all-hating
mindlessness -
Broke me
And I sank into the unconscious of a miserable cold.

This is not the first time that
I crumbled
to the blizzard of insomniac mind-screwing,
That
tortured by steel-hot poniards of pain, racked
by the prokroustes of frigid-fire,
choke-peared
I faded;
Not the first time nor the last;
for the brutality and sloth that is in me
turns
germ-strangling virus
to the pleasure of poetic passion - an
Incomprehension of this
chill cancer that is...
O God, the leucocytes of life-love are screaming
as I struggle
to rise to my feet!