grandma’s photo
favorite orange sweatshirt
prescription medicine
driver's license
purse
wedding picture
family Bible
computer
aunt Jennie’s quilt
camera
sewing machine
mom’s wedding ring
cell phone
photo album
journal
golf clubs
bowling ball
list of things people would save
if their humans and animals were out
their house was on fire
and they were only allowed to save one thing
Chemist Shop
At the entrance of the pharmacy a dead sparrow,
no one seemed to notice this tiny death.
The bird just lied there with folded wings and eyes
suitable closed, ready to be put in a coffin.
I told a shop assistant about it, she swept the bird
with a broom, into the tall grass.
There were many women inside, talking about none
prescription medicine, for aches and pain, they were
mostly middle aged and middle class and had not yet
realised that elderliness comes at a price.... pain.
Shelves full of revitalizing creams, promising a young
glow and sagging faces bought this overpriced stuff,
when a bit of olive oil on cotton swab would be more
effective, but not smell as sweetly.
She's everything I prayed for even better
Everything I hoped for, when it rains it pours
And I'm looking at an overflow I'm drenched
In her love with no overcoat. Now I only boast
Because this is heaven sent, my new addiction
No prescription medicine, God prescribed it
True love how do we define it, we both been
Threw the fire but like the hebrew boys we been refined
No gimmicks she's my wife to be, late nights &
Early mornings she's my Methamphetamine
So what I mean to say is that I'm in love,
And I know the feeling is mutual
Its feels like the first date everytime I see you
Thats my lady, my woman of virtue
Its like I'm killing myself at any given time
I hurt you, there's no coming back from a
Suicide attempt doesn't it feel so good on
This side of the fence.
8 weeks gone by, a lot has changed,
but one thing hasn't, my anger remains.
I have control, well I think I do,
not lashing out, the way I use too.
Life's not so confusing, I have a little clarity now,
I still have my little moments, when no one is around.
As each day passes, a little easier it becomes,
to deal with normality, without prescription medicine.
6 1/2 years, I shoved that rubbish down my throat,
they said it would help me and it wasn't addictive , now that was the joke
For whom I came, I never wanted to be.
the devil and me, I have survived round 3.
M.Mahauariki © 2007
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