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Joel M Frye May 2017
Having shot up
(with two flavors of insulin)
before bed,
I've been instructed to snack.

So I drop fifteen pills
with an ounce
(of water)
and wait for the subtle wave
of unreality
to flow through me.

Never thought my Eskimos
would be four doctors
and a dialysis nurse.
Pharmaceutical companies don't make cures...they make patients.

"...tell me where you want it,
and I'll tell you who to call..."
Joel M Frye May 2017
Funny how insomnia
and discomfort will
dredge a new room
into a safe harbor
Joel M Frye May 2017
In spite of seeking,
struck dumb by immensity
of my ignorance.
The venom shared from the pillow held witness by the dark.
Can this embrace be cancer to us both?
Are the words hollow as so is the bullet just as dangerous in a lovers hand.

All will be forgiven one day when the hate has been washed clean and all truths tattered beyond reality.

Did we go beyond the path somewhere deeper than are first intention.
A ocean may drown as easy as the silence between us.

Nothing knows better than the night .
And her tears shed were simply a casting calls allure .
Smoke rings to the celling to vanish and linger all the same.

I am memory.

The worst poison of them all.
Killing with time and good intentions.

Nobody has a answer .
Joel M Frye Apr 2017
Hanging a warning
sign on Tampa Bay's bullpen:
"Flammable Solids".
The travails of a Rays fan.
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