HASHISH

HASHISH

I am the curbed inventor's child.
Mystified with my ecstasy--
Repeat my name and cure my cage
With effortless redundancy--

Lust after the pleasure of
Pure lack of pain.
Your chemicals have entered
And poisoned my rain.
Acidic, slow pectic repeating of shame
In this chemical fallout has left me this stain.

A million shattered mirror shards
And every beat the heart discards
Repeats until your fond regards
Lie slivered, and your worth is marred.

Apathetic
And poetic
what poetry is in blood?
I drown myself in numbness for
That unassuming flood.

Dies Irae
Dies Irae
Swallowing sun will make you warm
Swallowing earth will silence the swarm
Swallowing moon will still the sea
I would just to still the tides in me.

I envy your whimsical
Philosophical use!
It's hard to see whimsy
From beneath a noose.
Repent of your cheer,
I'll repent of my sneer
And we'll get along
Until your next veneer.

I fight for inadequacy.
Stunt my early growth before
My fearful tearful loss of ground
Becomes my prideful manticore!