Walking with a handful of Tylenol in pocket, feeling lonely
Wondering if this Advil will help me prevail
Bones ache, teeth itch, limbs gumby
Irritation, perspiration, profanity
Searching for antihistamine to induce dreams
And a wandering aimlessly for a beauty with fair victorian skin to star in them
No wings neccessary, just two passive windows to the soul
No more soft stares.
Long for gazes
Her pupil blink, flirtatiously
Steady, steady, eye contact
Darkness of hair contrasts face
Vision blurred, holds value to nothing
Like the human body after one, or two pills
Ease, comfort, familiarity
Sweet dreaming? No.