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"restoril" poems
by Kim Addonizio I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the ******** known as the Pocket Rocket and the ***** that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken ***** in order to ruin what love I was given, and also I have measured out my life in little pills—Zoloft, Restoril, Celexa, Xanax. I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty to know wherein lies the beauty of this degraded body, or maybe it's the degradation in the beautiful body, the ugly me groping back to my desk to **** on perfection, to lay my kiss of mortal confusion upon the mouth of infinite wisdom. My kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says America is charged with the madness of God. Sundays, too, the soldiers get up early, and put on their fatigues in the blue- black day. Black milk. Black gold. Texas tea. Into the valley of Halliburton rides the infantry— Why does one month have to be the cruelest, can't they all be equally cruel? I have seen the best gamers of your generation, joysticking their M1 tanks through the sewage-filled streets. Whose world this is I think I know.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
The First Line Is The Deepest
100 milligrams of flexeril to relax my beating heart until the muscle stops flexing beating pumping. 100 milligrams of restoril and maybe finally i can sleep. maybe i can finally sleep. waking up has become such a chore such an unpleasant experience and if this doesn't stop it, nothing will. flexeril and restoril and 45 milligrams of methadone because all i could score was four and a half pills. 30 milligrams of phenagren just to make sure i can keep it all down. i heard you could use dramamine but hey, who wants to risk it? i've taken my last chance. 15 milligrams of xanax and if i can make it for another hour or so i won't even remember what i've done. this will end with a clean slate, me on the floor ******* saying mother, mother, what the **** did i do? if i can speak at all. 290 milligrams to prove this is not a cry for help.
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
lullaby.