31 December 2013

I batted my eyes

I swayed my hip

I begged my doc

For a brief steroid trip.


I wanted relief,

And to be the old me,

What I really needed

was to sleep for a week.


Now I’m in day three,

My joints do feel better,

But my brain won’t shut up,

While my mood swirls in a blender.


It would be safer for me

to post old poems for a while,

Until I’m off this crap,

And can return with a smile.


Until then,

Dreadlocks would be really neat.

I want dreadlocks,

With an entire batch of rice krispie treats.