I’ve got two little pills sitting in front of me
On the table top under candle light.
One is pink the other is green
both have little words printed upon them saying
The green one I pop every day.
With a spoon full of sugar and a shot of burbon.
However tonight it seems I’m all out of both.
A tiny pink capsule is left.
Staring into my soul cavity and breath.
Like an eye, black like doll’s eyes.
The eyes of a whale holding a cavern of infinity
of a ocean undiscovered by man. Or woman.
The green guy balances everything in me
The stress the pain with excitement and joy.
It clears the sweet eyes that I look through
And wipes the smoke off of my lungs
So I can breath. Deep, strong and unwavering.
I can take any blow.
I can smite any foe.
I can stand and fight all the beasts in front of me
And I’ve been promised I never will die.
The pink pill I’ve been told is my weakness
Its all the skin I haven’t touched
All of the drinks that haven’t rushed
passed my teeth and down my thoat.
It is all the words I’ve swallowed and choked on.
It will bring them back with a vengeance.
It will intoxicate me on freedom
And put men under the tips of my fingers.
It will bring the world crashing down around me.
And everything I know will implode with great magnitude.
I’m not ready for chaos
I’m ready for change.
Is this my choice?
It so clear the world I anticipate
where colors are brighter and stars are clearer.
Where my heart can be pulled from my chest
like a muscadine grape ripe from the vine?
Catharsis will pour out of me like blood from a wound,
This wound that a tiny pink pill will put into me?
To be continued…