Feb 26, 2005 20:32
You sleep
You sleep all day
awaking at unspecified intervals to get
some food to fuel your body
In a strange limbo between conscious and not
that drug cocktail they have you on
swims in your unfocused eyes
you seem confused in your own home
Blankly, without signs of recognition
you look around as the fork goes to your mouth
(keeping your physical functions going)
but I don’t think you see a thing
Back to sleep you go
and in the rare moments of lucidity that descend
when it's been six hours since the last dose
you cry
you cry
you cry
Thank you paxil, valium, and whatever other
Bloodsuckingsouldrainingwondersofmodernmedicinesothattherestofusdonthavetolookfor
reasonsbutcansimplymollifyyourrymptoms pills
They have you on
This is Frankenstein’s monster revived
Oh, it’s alive
but it’s simple animation
without a soul behind it
only tears that dry with a glass of water and an orange container
poetry,
josh,
drugs