Side Effect
too many thoughts making
too little sense in
too many corners
a rush of chemicals
makes life jangle against nerves
and muscle and bone
feelings crowd logic
and deja vu makes old habits
die hard
twenty three becomes seventeen
and so on so forth
synapses demand a new fix
insist upon something stronger
than prescribed to normalize
the feeling that its all been done
before the little green pills
fell past teeth and throat and
wound around cutting the grey
into little slivers of beautiful nothing
no words to soothe no motions
nothing to do about nothing
feeling nothing thinking nothing
and everything is wrong
with this
a life lived in dreams
jerked awake and kept up
by synthesized sanity
Copyright © Kellie Miller | Year Posted 2008
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