Sunday, January 27, 2008

On Codeine

In these moments of prostrate reverie,
When the rhythm of my mind throbs in time
With these knolling gums, I toss wantonly
The Iambs to the wolves, sparing but rhyme
And sore on the viewless wings of Codeine.
What dreams have come! I, a glittering node
Amid a radiant lattice, convene
With ancient voices. Sing your tired odes!
I scale ziggurats of teeth seeking bright
Wisdom, enamelled with the hope of Truth.
Oh! Swollen expectation! Vain, just like
This senseless, bloody and violent tooth!
(It's starting to wear off; it's time for a couplet.
I think I'll take this dose and double it).

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