An ode to pills

An Ode to Pills

 

Hardened plastic

Deliquesce in my mouth

Acrimonious tasting

I greet them

With a threadbare smile

"Good Morrow, my friends

I think you are ready

To make me happy.

Fill my brain

With ideations of joy

Impel my daemons to cower,

If only for twelve hours.”

My vitamin tastes

As if a horse should have it

Welbutrin and Gildess

White and sterile

Xanax cleaved in two

Never to be taken prior to food

Oh, pills, you keep me

From food aversion

Another thing I adulate you for.

You lounge in your carved arena

Ready to grapple for my life

I wish I could fight for you

But I am timorous I would only die

I quaff them down, one by one

How the triturate feelings hurt

My benefactors,

Your magic appears quickly

The acrid kiss of health

You lead me through the sunlight

And expatriate away the dark

How could anyone fathom

The darkness in rubbery entrails

You execute your oeuvre so well

No one could ever discern

The daemons inside my head

They still reign supreme.

New emotions manufactured

I can exult

Your sweet chemicals

Shout to the world

Pretty lies

That I could never compose.

Your glory

Your everlasting supremacy

Your delicious deceit

I embrace you into my veins

You keep me from Abaddon

When I was trapped in hell,

You were superlative to the day

Tinkling in paper cups

I always swallowed you

The orderlies never worried

You made me a good girl

Good girl with pink ribbons

Pearls shining in my mouth

Diamonds in my eyes

It’s all a ruse

You make me proud

To be a marionette.

At least I am still alive

Pretty orange urns     

Hidden from me

Just in case

But these pretty jewels I ingest

They feed me lies

I worship thee,

My saccharine prescriptions.

Oh my friends.

It’s you.

I haven’t seen you since

The dark hours of bygone

Cloak me in torpor

But don’t let me sleep too soon

I don’t want to trap you

So much important vocations

You will beget subterfuge

As I sleep in crimson stratum

For once,

They are not marred

By the remnants

Of sweet maidenhood and tears

I can slumber in peace

Who knew that

7 pills a day

Can rescue my life