Sick Day

Orange goo
packed inside capsules
meant for solving,
or, distilling the sickness
into a bite-sized,
sideshow distraction.

Phooey.
I accept rest,
but cannot
accept a lull 

in my skull's 

lullaby.

I would drink
a bottle of lotion
to skip prying
the clam
with casual
fingers and land
straight
on the tongue
of the pearl.