There’s a new pill out and it’s called
Psychosis. It lets your cell walls
melt and you become as one mix.
No pretense of striving, no
effort to see light of day
by light of the moon, for all
too soon you will search for rock
bottom and find it gone.
The droning of drums siphons you
into the drip drip of the coffee maker
at the church tea. Better put on
your clothes. Your clothes, your clothes,
better put on your clothes.