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
incontinent inspiration
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