Monday, August 01, 2005
Post Modern Nyquil
Today I am the dregs
feeling the antihistamine buzz
and "c'mon ...you're the next contestant..."
wrestling with the familiar flush
of the commode...
as if I care about
being in love
living on my income
or the Zen of hazardous materials
Where did I leave those damn cigarettes anyway?
If only it were so easy Susan G. Wooldridge
to be a toilet-seat Tolstoy
or an outhouse Poe
splashing onto the page.
A shot of grasshopper green
"so I can rest" medicine
and a sideways glance in the mirror-
I'd hate to deal with a puffed up prostate...
that would really disrupt the flow.
First appeared in "The HazMat Review," Vol. 2, Issue 2, Fall/Winter 1997