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Sunday, August 23, 2020

Reasons for prescription.

Your medicine draws you back 
to even from an odd basis in nature, 
not your fault though you've had 
to own it after painstaking reflection

Upon the benefit of not. Denied 
and defied for a time, you gave in
to suspicious hints and whispers, 
vindictively you thought: "I'll show
her. I'll show them all I don't need 
any of this." "Take with plenty 

of water," the bottle advised. Plenty
isn't good enough, though. A rising tide
brings all boats afloat, so. Might as well 
add some good spirits and stimulant in. 
Gin & Coke it is! Peculiar beverage, but 
hardly still. "Take without alcohol," wait.

Too late. Had plenty. In sum toto, over time
we find it brings (in combination with sleep,
good food and air - the usual) about
a nice retardation
of the rise if too high, drop
if too low dynamic one finds, fills
the mind with a well-picked species of
cotton, and drains away

much of the character one fancies 
others find in us. Or we have. 

Still. Try water next time. Maybe that's 
the trick. Don't operate heavy machinery
sleepily, for a light touch with one's wits 
fully alert, going about on the down-low
skulk, gives goes and drives way better

to realistically-aimed goals. Who knows?

Maybe it is what it isn't? Maybe let's find 
out and in. By experiment, only - rigorously
undertaken, the better to truly falsify, if 

(as we hope and believe), she'll be right.  

3 comments:

dogimo said...

(Warning: condition-specific remedy only. This poem does not constitute advice, for what's good for you may not be right for others. Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis made without first obtaining your full medical history. I feel the time has come to complain about people"...etc.)

Mel said...

<3

dogimo said...

Thanks, Mel!