Autograph Prescriptions,
I never could read their writing
(1/2) of their spiel cuts into my life lines
I’ll place them over the counter
To counter the temptation to count her
She outnumbers the population of a Prozac Nation
Their anthem pierces (4) Lobes at the sound of
Mumbling Morphine to curb Pain Seduced Stability
(8th) of the change acquired
By a 16 Year old running from chasers
Of (32) Milligrams and 64 Proof
That life does not turn on the (1) and (2)s,
(8) Measures is just about Infinity
Short of Heavens Height even
Finger Popping Pills to
Emphasize Drugged Points
Out of House of Ideas won’t lessen the pace
Of the gain of Migraine that stands out
Like a Rose in miles of Amber Grain
A thorn at my Pride makes this fall
That much more grounded
Instead I raised 2 (Fives) and a (six) year old
Ideas in Mars’ Backyard
So their altitude won’t come to a head.
Ached With Throbs of Entrapped Thoughts
Let Them Out….
No! Grudge Matches their Intensity
But I still Pin Lines against The Walls
Of this Parchment
7-05-06
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