I am a mini-pharmacy.
Aspirin.
Vitamins.
Antibiotics.
With a sniffle and a smile
I trip my way to the shower.
The mists strangle my thought
I can no longer sing.
The other half of the puzzle
Is tubed and tied and restless
Under flourescent lights
in a gown
Like a hospital harlot
With dreams.
And my rock
Is tumbling
Snowballing down to the south
to rest for a bit
On declaration of the King.
And then
As the words bled from his face
My pockets will be empty soon
And I'll lie in my bed
And rot once more.
In my miniature pharmacy
Under blue walls
Under the white sky
Listening to the crows
And the trashman
And sigh.
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