Posts Tagged Medicine
And in that
morning, sleep crawls on
happiness, falsifies death
of dark depression
ing bulbs afire with
face, blowing cauldrons, bubbles
fizzing out your tops.
There comes a time
when it melts like overripe squash.
I hope I have forgotten my medicine.
If so, I hope it works immediately.
If not, I surely won’t make it.
Most times the former,
and so far I’ve made it.
Terror comes at those frequent times
when it is known
they don’t make medicine for me.