The Body's Healing Power

Attuned and listening closely
when this bag
o' bones needs to dial z's
else...lack of requisite rest,

could find this ole
(of lix orbits) to wheeze
finds me recollecting one unique
(Harriet Harris) quaint aphorism

uttered by said
late mum her ashes
long since scattered
among incorporated Arcola trees
such as no reason

to call doctor
for every fart and sneeze,
thus moost recent 'bout
feeling physically

unwell, dis please
zing me Matthew Scott Harris
to heal mine
(sic), feeling unwell
spending no monies
disinclined to contact
white coated Jeez

hiss Bus driver
never finds himself
linkedin with golly
ma free trappings

constituting sterile medical
community, but dee
pends on ambient latent healing
power within self

which rest and writing
poetry moost times alee
vee eights, thus bringing
an unexpected conclusion

(with...maybe a
skull king minor
hemorrhaging concussion)
to this dollop dosage

viz literary purgative
which vitality restoration
via resting asper more
exhaustion than usual
quality sleep a guarantor to live.