Friday, November 7, 2008

digestion

Time
my misstep
taken with
water,
small blue pill
swallowed
same time
every day
one in the morning
one in the evening
allows me
to forget
I am weary
wary
what if things
unfolded into a
different collection
captured moments
through corneas
frozen
onto the ripples of my brain
with digital imaging
worry is my weakness
sweaty palms
panic babies
kicking me
all over my guts
small blue pill
swallowed same time every day
one in the morning
one in the evening
it eats away my fear
like pacman
even if my ghosts
keep chasing
the good
away
leaving me
with myself