This is my brain on senryu II

 
 
I have a fever  
as yet unbroken for days  
as it ruminates  
 
I hear Baudelaire  
in my earbuds as I write  
something about death  
 
it keeps me centered—  
death does, not writing of it,  
and bottled water  
 
and did I mention  
I haven’t had solid food  
for over ten days  
 
reaching a Zen state  
not yet near to Nirvana  
but that’s only me  
 
I am voracious  
I’m dying for a burger  
but I don’t eat meat  
 
I could eat a yak  
really? no I don’t think so  
but a pastry yes  
 
I’m always sleepy  
without eating for so long  
but I’m sick you see