An old one

Tertiary stage erupts

Your shuffling gait

Will you lurch my way again

Late for work through another dream

Can we be friends like we were

But I was picking the ticks off

I was making excuses

Can’t keep it down

She said, leave you have a fever

Still feel them crawling on me

Just little blood hairs

And that taste rises in my throat again

Chalk dissolves

Contraindication

Warm water and words

And sleep