He sat down and spilled his guts across the page.
His pancreas had burst open.
A string of digestive verbs was entwined
with a scatalogical noun.
Dripping. Oozing. Secreting. Puss.
That left a non-defining relative dangling.
Some uncle or other in Helman province.
An isolated preposition cut off
from the islets of Langerhans and insurgents from Kandahar embedded in another cause.
Furthermoreover, a pair of congenitally-conjoined conjunctions,
smeared in alkaline fluid that was suicidal in intent.
Embryonic Byronic binomials were by no means
all alluringly dark and moody.
Blood and gore.
Faeces and mucus.
Sweat and buckets.
Fat and gristle.
Stuff he'd kept under his duodenum for years.
He still wasn't sure about the colon:
that had punctuated his sigmoid
in the road side bomb attack.
In the end he needed a causative
and had his ulcer looked at.
The physician recommended a subordinate clause,
to daily be taken.
Should he ever learn to relax lexically,
and stop proscribing error,
the threat of sudden death would
forever be suspended...