you say you are tired
and always sick
and have out of control dreams
my love
i know why
you have medicine
you won’t take
you don’t believe me
because you’ve never tried it
sometimes it goes down
smooth as delicately sweet wine
sometimes like a burning
shot off the bottom shelf
but it does work
it won’t cure you
but if you keep taking it
a little at a time
it will keep
those rotten symptoms
you will improve
until you cannot imagine
your old sick life
it is nothing but
subtle physical manifestations
of our peculiar insanity
you are doing it again
and getting the same
results you always have


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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