Out Takes Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

Sickness, you feel it deep down,
insinuates, slow moving coils
that tighten with the ease of a yawn
like the thing in Alien but not like
the thing in John Carpenters
The Thing
Its a calling card that comes with a clatter
and letter flap squeak
a chill wind, curious, does a languid
tour of the hall like the serpent
in Stevens' War of the Worlds
hey!
there's quite some comings
and goings in the hour before dawn