Ulysses in ICU

His grimace takes the pleasant curve
Of quarter-monthly crescent lunes,
Revealing umbric gums eclipsed
By quarter-hourly tablespoons.

He’s grumbling still and overcast:
Cumulonimbus mannequin.
He’s twitching to dendritic itch
Throughout his vertisolic skin.

He’s moving earth and heaven with
Ulyssesean fixity
To strive, to seek, to find his drip
Of intravenous liberty.

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