Nostrum

Nostrum

Disenchanted, disaffected, malcontent misdiagnosed

Clump in the chug down medicinal nostrum

Pills and bills for years subdued from the thrill

Of every being surprised that a day ended better than expected

Sunrise to sunset tally up the toll in a pyre of regrets

Kerosene, matches and a wish that all of this could incinerate

Into a fallow wish that was not some void

A memory of rings expounding a universe expanding

In place of all this contraction, science ignored in the halls of these factions

Of ghosts in the shell, town hall bills and scabs without platelets

Clotting is extinct.  Questions are declarative dead end yellow road signs.

Professional development is a fantasy band camp for the tone deaf.

I once pondered living and all I see are bilking state officials

Cobra-tongued and frost-fingered whispering and molesting state houses

In a golden corral buffet of ignorance balking at the recognition of entitlement

Health care is hoping the poor die young after we demonize their mothers for contemplating aborting the cycle of poverty they can not afford

Religious zealots on pulpits of tax deductions financing the party of millionaires

NRA enthusiasts performing fellatio on automatic rifles for semen bullets

To launch as holistic therapy to calm xenophobes from night tremors

Take a minute to breathe in to the limit of human lung expansion

Suck in the compressed air from can inoculated from smog smeared

Asthmatic track events running the five hundred days required to fill a year of

American debt payments, every day a mile further behind

Racing a race that I absolve from being mine