Medic-ode

[Delta40]

That old plastic pill box
on top of the microwave
is empty
except for one fish oil capsule.
I could swim for miles on that
but those other tablets
sealed in shapely foil bubbles
wait in an empty fruit bowl
for me to wash them down
with water or even a glass of red
Once in the morning
Once at night
That isn't so hard when
A pharmacy of enlightenment
will shoot through my brain
The battered, digressive synapses
reach junctions of impulses
but are stopped in their tracks
by the missing gaps and diffusion
While I struggle to tie my laces
my out of body reflection in the mirror
bleats like a lost lamb on a rocky outcrop
This is illumination as I know it
Calm, slow and unwilling to move forward
A low wattage bulb dimly lights
my understanding of the need to comply
before it flickers out
So why don't I just forge ahead and write about
a fat kid who hangs at the corner?
He doesn't know what he is in for
later on in life
I can't remember the reason
why it is so important
to let the world know my thoughts.
Guess the dose is working
since my vision blurs
to some vague reference
about fat kids scrawled in a foreign hand
That journal of mine.
Different inks and pretty patterns
Mazes of swirls that my fingers
endeavour to read like braille
I think it matters
but I'll know for sure in the morning
when I'm not so blind

[Delta40]

She uses the gas ring
to light a chain of cigarettes
The acrid smell of singed hair
is not as important as getting a fix
I prefer steaming hot mugs of coffee
but we reach compromises daily
to sit alone, writing babble in a dish laden kitchen
for nobody else but me
Don't forget me too!
I meant you as well, you know
She presumes I will understand better
if only I turn back two or three pages
but it's simply not enough
Where did this actually start, I wonder
No says she, where will it end?
Probably in a squallid shop doorway
after we flee from the entrapment of verse
under a werewolf moon
Manufactured demons pursue her
while I shoot down the virtual ones
Naturally she knows what is nestled within
but not all of me can rise to the surface
We oft berate each other,
this splitting into two
paranoid that others hunger for chunks of our flesh
At the crossroads of persona separation
she ponders what choice there is in staying
while I pretend to be a predictor of the future
and delude her into believing
that I exert a side of her so forceful
she could probably weather the storm ahead
but not without my help of course
A part of me is lost and she frets over the trivial
Sometimes we lose who it is we are talking about
I yearn to smother her under a blanket of laughter
to cover up the truth about the single place
we both occupy but she isn't completely stupid
One of us must leave this single entity
while the other side stays behind to write
No hisses that familiar voice in my ear
I'm the one who guides you remember?
That is true yet I have no idea where this is heading
So you hold the pen while I control your wrist
and everything will be just fine

[Delta40]

I know this isn't my normal style but it just came out

[Bar22do]

It's as if you were making your way through to some new dimension, Delta. I'll get back to it or next asap, for I'm traveling and can't concentrate well. best