A Pill Named Death

Self-portraits and portraits of memory, Numerous notables I am not able to remember, The barman at a hostel, cabbies at Paddington, the laughing policemen, The thick and thin stink of places, It passes through sometimes, like a travelling circus, Last night I confused a self-portrait with a portrait, A painted tear ran down, Then I realised it was me, The tear tasted like the sea, Jamais Vu, Don't recognise myself, I don't know what to do, Pity myself probably, then paint the portrait of it, Self-portrait I meant, Forget it... Just fling those spirits at me, Kick through the canvas, Stick your head through, Encapsulate the experience to a pill for me, A pill named death