Infected
I fear I've caught a cold
Words just won't stop running
Around and around
Up and down
Trampling everything in their path
My fever is rising
In adjectives, nouns, and verbs
In flashes of idea
And chills of thought
My symptoms demand to be heard
The flu has pinned me down
And turns my thoughts about
With a twist and a rise and a climax
And a fall
My heart pumps plots and themes
Throughout my ignorant body
For I have no prescription
To set them straight
In lines, verses, stanzas, and prose
And send them on their way