Friday 10 October 2014

(Poem) King of the Capsules

I love my pills
They have cool names
Let me introduce you
This is Duloxetine; he’s a French nobleman
Who slays werewolves between romantic conquests
Here’s Cymbalta, a new dance craze
Born in the basement dives of Buenos Aires
From a generation cut down by financial ruin
And reborn in fiery, fitful embrace
And then there’s Zoloft – the planet beyond the wormhole
Where all my socks and flash drives go
They’ve built a civilization over there
And lead happy lives in loving pairs.

But on this side of the event horizon
My little multicoloured space capsules
Keep me warm and safe from the dark void outside
And allow me to breathe
They stand sentinel before me every morning
My valiant and trusted pawns
Sure, they only move one square at a time
But always forward, never retreating
All the while dispatching the diagonizing demons
That attack at will, bursting through fences
Where once I stood with no defences.

I love my pills
They’re my mini time capsules
Like the one we buried at my old high school
Treasure troves of happy memories
Of the sweetness of rain coast sunshine
Of youthful kisses in treetops
Of beach fires, bong hits and starry canopies
All that in powder perfection, sealed in coloured shells
That melt on my tongue and set me free
Not with happiness, but with real vitality.

I’m the king of the capsules
My wish is their command
They salute me at the front line
As we brave uncharted land.

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