Sometimes heavy

Sometimes heavy

Doses of pain medication

Can mimic the effects of psychotropic drugs

Without the worry of law breaking

Unless you steal them of course.

They can come very close to flipping you

Over into a psychosis

With a whole freight train of thoughts

De-railed

Flying off into quixotic fantasy.

I can even see a windmill.

Until the picture jumbles

And I start to mumble.

If you believe all the hype

They provide a brief escape

From the jagged rush of pain

Like a glimpse through

A carriage window

Of a changing world

There one minute

Gone the next.

An out of body experience

That will last until exhaustion,

When sleep comes

And before pain returns.

Long term it is a fool’s game

As nothing changes

But gets incrementally worse

And eventually,

You find yourself

Here with me,

Lying flat out in a gutter

Broken into pieces

Watching what is left

Dissipate into the

Towering sky.

Every new star

Is a part of me.

I am a smoking gun

becoming lighter by the minute.

I have a rhapsody

Playing in my head.

It is all that is left now.

The last few bars

And a coda on repeat

It was fun

While it lasted

I like the rhythm

Sway to the beat.