Insanity
I mix insanity with water in the spoon.
Drop in cotton to filter “impurities” Ha!
My hands are trembling now.
Drawing the plunger back.
That injection can’t come too soon.
Still trembling, why can’t my hands be still?
The needle’s pleasure, painful. God!
But it doesn’t hurt like love did.
Or what I mistook for love.
That welcome flood of my lifeblood.
Marks my tiny arrows flight.
Straight and true.
Now once more I can finally escape your memory.
I pray. Pushing that plunger home.
The world’s cares fall away.
Goodbye love.
Until next time.
Goodbye…….
Phil G Inman Sr.
2006
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