07-01-2017, 05:57 PM
Memories -
bottled delusions
tumbling into my blood
down funnels of glass.
Their honeycomb doses
hold hook fittings
and they’re greasy, with ‘Daily’
screaming from the label.
I take them; morning morphs to
evening, enervated, sleepy,
and you're still
near.
I crave that opiate,
putrescence slipped into me
disguised. Then I realize:
You are not
that I am.
bottled delusions
tumbling into my blood
down funnels of glass.
Their honeycomb doses
hold hook fittings
and they’re greasy, with ‘Daily’
screaming from the label.
I take them; morning morphs to
evening, enervated, sleepy,
and you're still
near.
I crave that opiate,
putrescence slipped into me
disguised. Then I realize:
You are not
that I am.