Sunday, April 4, 2010

Drug-induced Poetry

What is this experience

It bears some resemblance
to pain
a bone-crushing pressure
teeth being pulled
a jabanero on the lips
the jab of a broom handle
    in the hip?

It bears some resemblance
to something I can control
a muscle
some set of muscles
    that I've never used
as I never knew
    they were there.

It moves inside me
It surrounds me
It thinks for me
making me laugh for
    no reason at all
Forever reminding me
    that I'm not funny.

I endlessly cycle
forgetting the same
fifteen-or-so things
over and over.

Sometimes the
roar of the machinery or
the background music
will go silent
    surprising me.

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