you can't post one fever poem without another...

This came one morning when I was listening to Edith Piaf...

Fever, Fever Again

the breath speak of Ibo,
I am encased with the voices of dead women.

The frequency of a razor, churn through the waves
radio? radio! radio.
brought brighter mirth in the dead pan sex.

Born and barium, this nuclear child
stands 12 years in front of me
on the ellipsis of time,
He sprang from my chili seed, so wet hot
it drove the rodents away.

her chest a Braun boredom
wailed down like ancient hills
decrying the lava new Rockies of the town

I am an apologetic core, earthen furnace
of your hatred, remorse.
prickly salt on your disguise of a liar

The fire to red skin, brandishing my nerve
against your raw nerves.
Feels like the fleshy lighter, the cigarette end
that torched me as a four year old.

Chomp, chomp.  
curdled me.
The resin of a moment,
dried, lax on the sheets.