Anxious For A Refill

ATIVAN TRIP

a fragile egg head
falls to pieces
before a shell-shocked
throng unable
to keep it together

the crackup and me
we’re off to Walgreens
with the windows down
drifting away
on an Ativan trip

a pig wise enough
to hide behind bricks
captures a wolf
with rage in his heart
and boils him to taste

the piggy and me
we’re off to Walgreens
with the radio loud
fading away
on an Ativan trip

deep in the woods
without supervision
two German kids
outsmart a witch
cooking up murder

the lost ones and me
we’re off to Walgreens
with the highway wide
slipping away
on an Ativan trip

c b snoad
8-30-13

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