four aspirin, four pamprin washed down with dayquil and my first coke in years

a cocktail recommended by a friend

hope it works

been a bad one today

staring out the window as the purple creeps over the blue

the moon rises

an equinox

warm spring blossoms

green takes over from brown

atmospheric pressure

pounding in my temples

two days without speaking

a vow of silence against an unconcerned existence

expecting something where nothing is given

a magic cureforall

parlor tricks and sleighted hands

rogue bolts of whithering agony

making the words themselves scream darkly

not the sing song whispers

but flashes of stabbing distress

make me better with your soul

your lips

your tender ways

before i fade away