I’ve been unashamedly holiday focused,
everything fit together like a puzzle,
all febrile worries were pardoned,
we took haven in our comforts.
I slept shamefully late,
We weaponized fun.
The world seemed parasitology free,
pharmacology, pathology and histology free,
if not entirely anatomy free wink wink
and except for my mom, assessment free.
It’s been great, it’s been Christmas!
But soon, my cares will, again, be fined tuned
by the Gordian knot of learning
and it’s ungentle reckonings.
If it weren’t all asked for - I’d be pissed.
.
.
A Song for this:
Coney Island Man by Swing Out Sister
I don’t like to focus on pain,
wanting to remain positive--
believing “rising tides lift, etc….”
but sometimes pain
will not listen to the host,
receptors closed
to meditation
and prayer;
an open question to me
as to whether we propagate
unconsciously, or flagrant defile
by independent demons--
though I think
even the latter, somehow
do not rule over
the gods of our own
being;
the worse pains
those we seem to only
track,
not a crumb leading
to their source
a witch at the door
not even sweets
before the oven--
And when
incantations fail,
cannot separate body
from soul,
rejecting ferments
for the suicide
of pharmacology
somehow makes
guiltless gold
the letters on
our stones….
On the street, it is known as “angel dust” colloquially.
It has a formal moniker in pharmacology.
The name is rather long, but is abbreviated to “PCP”
It was first synthesized as a dissociative anesthetic.
Among its side effects, it is hallucinogenic.
More seriously, to the nervous system, it is toxic.
Junkies can inhale it, ingest it, or it can be smoked.
With its use, the brain is adversely provoked.
What are often produced are hallucinations.
Sometimes, the drug fashions delusions.
There is numbness of pain, but distortions of reality.
This cannot be anything to use for you or me.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Robert Pettit
October 8, 2012
For Gail’s “Angel Dust” contest.
My friend is in trouble and I
Don't know what she needs
She won't say in fact
She hardly says anything
That I haven't pulled out of her
Like pulling a barge upstream
In a dark and rancid sea
So I ask about her
Pharmacology situation for
Lack of knowing what else there is
To be concerned about and she says
The side effects are too much
She's tired of it and
That's that
I try to encourage my friend
With only good thoughts
But I'm not too convincing
Because I am also in a
Pharmacology situation and
That's that
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