Medication Time


First the dead spot

In the vision

And the thought

Will it ever go away?


And if not

Could you focus

On a vacuum

All of the days


Without losing your mind?

But then it floats

Like jagged little jolts

Of electricity


And you want to lie down

To let rest wrap you

In the cool sheets

Of a presaged death


There’s flooding in Louisiana

Discontent in a board room

A man collecting his possessions

From under an overpass


And upon waking

There’s a wedge

Driven into the back of your head

But the log won’t split


Not yet at least

So they keep hammering

Yes they do

Until the jagged little jolts are gone


The waters recede

5:01 arrives

And a man buries himself in rags

While you wait


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