"mucinex" poems
I lost him in a bottle of Mucinex
And a flood of serotonin
I lost him between the ‘D’ and ‘M’
And a flood of serotonin
Convulsions, fever, hallucinations
It was just because of serotonin
Overloading his system, forging images
That then began to own him
But then the questions late at night
Why did he choose to end his life?
Was it a choice, did he think of us?
It’s all because of serotonin
I can’t stomach the thought of him lying
At my age in a hospital bed
Because the world was too dark
That grandfather ghosts must stand above him and make a choice
All because of serotonin
And how did he—No!
I can’t go there
I can’t, I don’t want to know!
And in the end, all that’s important, was it was all serotonin
I lost him eight hundred miles away
Without a chance to hold on, not for a moment
I lost him at the Golden Gate
Because of ******* serotonin
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
The snow hit this town in a way not dissimilar to Xtra Strength Mucinex PM hitting the nasal passage of someone with a severe head cold.
You could feel it;
on the bus,
on the slopes,
in the employee dining room;
Everywhere the same:
you, me, this town,
we need the snow
our livelihoods all depend on it.
It's simple: no snow means no skiing.
No skiing means seventy percent of this town immediately looses their jobs. Another twenty percent looses their job when they can't sell **** to tourisists. The last ten percent will continue to grow pumpkins and heard cattle, but for how long?
The snow came like a scalpel to the eyeball infected with a cataract.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC