one pill, two pill
three pill, four
I eat amphetamines
like a whore
and stay awake
throughout the night
writing my thoughts
free to explore…
with tension
in my shoulders
and the knots
nestled in my neck
fervently
I labor onward
leaving not one line
to face neglect…
a lengthy
appropriation
of day-dreams
and concentration
write, revise, research
and apprise
all help to capture
my cogitation…
drugs help me
make it perfect
by the night’s end
it’s always worth it
hoping everything
is just right
for I believe
that you deserve it…
and even though
I just met you
I’ve waited my life
to connect to
all of you out there
as tho I was meant to…
I thought of always
in quiet reverie
I write it all for you
drugged poetry…
-fin