My brain feels empty after poetry month. I am trying to think about what poem to write and can’t figure out what to write. I could force one. I think we’ve all seen that I can do that in the last month. But I don’t wanna. What I really want is to just be for awhile. Just sit and watch the trees. And just drift. Maybe read a little, maybe blast VNV Nation. Hang out. Play some Cards against humanity with friends. Just not think.
mental
Painkillers
slipping out
aches and reminders
of life
Pains forgotten
It all seems light
But on horizon
The struggle
The fight
Life without pain
Is seductive
Falsehoods generally are
Just a pill to make it better
Just a pill will get you far
Seductive song to get you going
Just as strong to keep you up
This will is full of knowing
When a little is too much
Pelgris 