how could she?
how should she?
would she?

answered in silence
echoes of repetitious
solitary confinement
from her smacking lips
(the infidels)
i'm so delicious
without my pills

they keep me happy
(those pills)
and unnerving
eluding me
from the curving
of my obessive mind
which is confining,
relying,
trying,
lying,
hiding,
finding,
rhyming, rhyming
r h y m i n g

i need my pills
shady and distilled
a blinding will
that keeps me still

give me my pills
before i'm killed
before the thrill
before she finds me,
that infidel

how could she?
leave,
deceive,
mislead

how should she?
know,
show,
grow

would she?
lie,
divide,
then collide
my rustled
t h o u g h t s
please pills
save me from
she (the curb
of my misery)

never knowing
keeps me going
to the compromise
of infinite rhymes

i could leave
and deceive
those i might
mislead

but my pills

rather i should
grow into a tree
of knowing destiny
showing my infamy

keep me still

the roots that strive
provided my lies
of the broken ties
between us, everything dies

give me my will

to live or to die
is not the question
but the inquiry
of my obession

r e d e m p t i o n

no more pills
shall distract my will
against the hell
in an inflaming kill
of everlasting depression

she found me
without question
quite stout
she found all of me
adequately
draining of disposition
no doubt

rebuilding me
from the branches of
that tree
now thick
now rooted
she is the light
of my photosynthesis
the cycle
of my consensus

and because she did
all those things
(with halo and
angel wings)
i can now live
with everyone
and everything

11/08/2007

Author's Note: For my mother

Posted on 11/09/2007
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