Morphine makes me weightless,
giggling to myself
because I always wanted to fly,
and the saxophone soundtrack
is sweetly apt
as otherwise it sounds like my brain
might squeeze through my ears
and pool like warm jello
on crisp hospital sheets.
I should hit that switch again,
let it pump in 4/4 time,
especially if my vitality
is on its way out
along with my sense of rhythm
and excellent taste in music.
See you in the next life--
Looks like I’m gonna fly with Sandman.
Last week's line (I'm posting this just under the wire!) for Master Class at Sinistral Scribblings this week: "Morphine makes me weightless, airborne." It's from I Wore The Ocean In The Shape Of A Girl by Kelle Groom.