sinus infection

leaden,
tilting precariously atop my neck,
like a sleepy glob of clay,
like a balloon inflated with
2,999 bottles of DayQuil.
it lets droop tired eyelids
over tired, defeated eyes.

sulkily, metering palpitations,
the raucous throb of
the 2,999 NyQuil-saturated fishes
swimming mercilessly through my veins.
up, down,

thrusting up goosebumps like
the opposite of bubble wrap.
the head drops-
infected,
sneer the sinuses