Perspective

Written September 17, 2011

there in your hand is a bottle
of brand-name acetaminophen:
the super strength stuff
for your knees, I guess.

not even, not even looking at you,
or even your fingers clasped 'round
the little white container...
just the yellow arthritis label.

you're not an old man,
and I am even less aged,
but...

all I can see right now
is a means to an end.

where's the vodka?
so fixated on the idea
that I could chase those pills
with a fifth or what have we,
just so that finally, I...


 
 

my dear, if I ever say
a mysterious goodbye,
then please know that
I am headed this way.