Back to Poetics of Grossness

So, as often happens to me during times of good weather, eating relatively well (for me), and generally taking things easy, I've come down with some sort of sickness, most probably a flue (though I secretly suspect brain-ebola, or nostril dwelling head slugs). In any case, I thought this would be a good time to return to some of my favorite stylistic tendencies, namely the descriptive power of grossness and disgust. I explained my use of subjects normally considered odious or repellent in a previous post (which I'm sure you remember, dear reader), but to illustrate those principles again, I'm posting a couple of poems inspired by my sickness, both mental and corporeal. Hopefully these verbal children of my fever dreams are of suitable poetic interest, or at least a decent read. Enjoy!