in the
thrall
of sleeping pills
where
the world
is

syrupy
slow

the will
is sapped
serenely

but
the events of the
day
leave the mind
cloudy
with excitement
that won’t quite
wash away
the random
screaming
agonies.

win some
lose some

remember
the small victories
even in
the face
of crushing defeat.

it’s funny.

i don’t
recall
the things i
write except for
glimmers
scenes.

and one line.

and that
goes through my head
in the fog
of chemically induced
slumber.

it’s drier than a mule’s tit out here

excuse the
stupid
grin
it’s been a
wild

day.