43

it was 43 minutes ago
when i reached for the vitamins
for curing my ill wills
like the doctor with his
fancy degree worth
more money than i'll ever see
described to me
he writes only
for the chemist's eyes
and so i am
simply a circuit on a circuit board
snapping from the tinkering
and swallowing what
they are prescribing
dodging every stray bullet
thought and  escaping from
freight train emotion lanes
with these many numbered days
i am half sleeping
i'm eavesdropping
on my own conversations
strange soft dreams
there is no waking up from
ordinary delusions.