Through
my face
flow
streams of yellow
mucus,
encircling
in an
endless motion
of snot
and slop
trapped
in the concaves
of my
skull, concaves
of my
fragile face,
causing
me to slop
macaroni
doused in yellow
sauce
on my motion-
less
body. Encircling
my head,
encircling
pressure
concaves
around
in a steady motion.
Placing
tissue to my face,
I blow
out yellow
chunks
of gooey slop.
I feel
much like slop.
A buzzy
fly is encircling
the
room, a radiating yellow
beam
of sunlight concaves
around
the face
of the
room, a motion
causing
me motion
sickness.
I clumsily slop
chocolate
milk on my face,
painful
pressure encircling
nearby,
the concaves
nearby
filled with yellow
glop.
The yellow
pills,
antibiotic relief, motion
for
me as water concaves
down
me, pills colored slop
now
swallowed, encircling
my esophagus
as I face
the slop
on my desk, yellow
relief
encircling me in joyous motion,
relieving
my face and its concaves.
(About
this poem: This was my second sestina... and they're hard to write!
Note how there are only six end words used throughout the entire poem.
Anyone who can figure out the sestina structure (without looking at my
tutorial) gets a lollipop! Or something like that...)
