the dr. prescribes the latest pills
– one in the morning
– one at night
good for the heart
. age deflates
the balloon of youth
& immortality
I used to take my pills
from bathroom doctors,
prescriptions for
psychedelic meditation,
but now the doc says –
you’ve mapped the road
of excess, now
I pronounce you
heaven & hell,
you may kiss the ride,
the white rabbit done died.
now the CT map says you are here…
blood thinners & α-blockers,
taken with a glass of water
. & a grain of salt.
Published in Rabbit Poetry Journal, Issue 4, May 2012
Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017
