Cough Syrup

Sadness and depression weights and measures

Terms of disclosure like a scientific etymology

Boring into a cranium for an arbitrary label

Rationalizing filing the specimen for public rank

Craving the numb like cough syrup coating the throat

Greasing the esophagus flooding the lungs flushing the bronchioles

Fusing into the heart creaming the subway tunnels

Round about muscles extremities, brain

Dissonance between the metaphysical calculations

What is life; what are we?

Nothing feels as enjoyable as it should be

The death stinger pin prick blatant in every utensil drawer

Letter opener, pill cabinet, rope bin, helium tank

The cycle of summoning a bubble of hope slicked in faith

To muscle the molecule up from the muck

Wrestle with hands in the feckless grip

Watching with caution praying by a prayer-less man

The bomb that hope is does not splatter the meager pulsating flesh

The red organ has grown back after the old wars

That Three Mile Island stench yellow caked and irradiated

Come on up for a rising; come on up for a rising tonight

Strength of faith in what matters in the longer this goes

The more there is to remember to forget

Sick blunt anchor clunking in the basement of lungs

Skin folding in eyelids lurching graves

Not wanting the task, not knowing how to ask

Believing that there are any answers but this gargantuan ocean

Swimming deeper and wilder and darker and breathless

That this film has no heroine