Placid Pills, Minor Thrills
by Possum
2004-12-16


The mission set before my mind
To write the words upon this page.
Motivation--well, unkind;
These simple words are born of rage.
The form is simple--not to bore,
But hear old words in newer ways
Eight lines per stanza, iambs four,
Yet, with my mind, this logic strays.

Amusing muses hear my plea,
I tell you everything I'm not.
Because your spirits grant me be
One finds I'm never without thought.
To muse upon amusing word
Can be without a doubt too much!
So in ecstatic thought unheard,
Discussions linger of the such.

A mind's descent (in sanity)
Promotes an awkward point of view
For what to some is vanity,
To sick inside is often true.
However sad this story seems,
It's true, to say, I can't deny.
Beneath the sanitary dreams,
Uncleanliness--the fatal dry.

The pill was taken half past sev'n,
The subject showing no effect;
Before the pill has time to lev'n
The soul, he waits half hour sect
When no occurence should, by chance,
Offset the tranquil peace of mind.
The subject's subtle arrogance
Relax'd to meet the drugge'd bind.

The heartpace quicken'd, heat in tense,
Despite the chilling zephyr nigh,
Relying on the false prete'nse:
There is no danger in the sky.
Exchange of thoughts 'mongst druggies spread
For seldom do they ever shun;
Though ever higher in one's head
Is ever closer to the sun.

A stress related to the drug--
The power surges through his vein,
The product of the leeching bug;
A viral energetic brain
Allows the subject mighty strength,
A superhuman boost of will;
Deceptive now for soon, at length,
Effects will dim from lighted pill.

Compelling cultic treasures lie
Within the confines of the mind.
Imagination, never die,
But show an image seldom kind.
Experience is sometimes mere
Experiments upon the soul;
The loving pictures that ye hear
Are often memories ye stole.

The fog can dim the circumstance,
Confusing methodal with mode.
Induce'd brain of false Romance
Ignores what body's warnings bode.
Yet having subtle false control
Appeals to even strong's desire:
The soothing thoughts that ease the soul;
Illusions dancing in the fire.

The sickness sets itself inside,
The pill regarding pain as peace;
Ecstatic rules the pill abide,
The echoed sound may never cease
And cause a brief fatality;
The dehydrated body fell,
Awaken'd from reality
Into an omnipresent hell.

The subject's pupils, growing great,
Told little of his drugge'd sight;
To learn his comprehended fate
Mine ears were strained with greater might
And listen'd to his story told,
His diction--detailed to the word,
A fortun'd instant--I was sold;
I hung upon each word I heard:

"The sooted ceiling swept in silk,
Arouse a reveling remorse
For fighting faeries for'ge for milk,
Caressing care along the course,
Denying danger, Death destroys
The goblins gorging on the guilt
Of tons of tender tinker toys
Harassing horror at the hilt.

"Mine sword is legend, this is true;
Mine eyes perceive a dancing light--
Mine ears, compelling, hear it too,
The music flirting with my sight;
And, seeing lizards lurking near,
I find new methods with to scope
The inner workings of mine fear,
And filled I am with newfound hope.

"A glory in mine fatal frame
Compared the likeness in my sense;
I'm hyper, mellow--all the same.
I breathe the sights, envision scents;
The palpate feelings, motive touch'd,
And feeling life become unclear;
The nonreality I clutch'd,
I hold my nonexistence near."

Upon this point I thought him done
But lo, behold, assumptions wrong!
Mine logic reason did he stun;
Despite the high that lasted long,
Produce'd he another pill,
Consum'd it with no liquid near;
The night from then would tread downhill...
Except his life--mine constant fear.

Confuse'd mind, you must torment!
Mine heart should stop before the night
Is through; If might he not relent
My soul submit to sordid fright;
Though capable his body prove,
His constitution hard as stone,
His iron will would never move
His life to death upon its own.

The subject looking rather dry,
I offer'd him a watered cup;
And, vanishing before mine eye,
His supple tongue had soaked it up.
A healthy tinted pink reform'd
Upon the organ of the skin
And once his appetite was warm'd
He claimed it time the fun begin.

Hallucinations filled his head,
Assimilated with his vein;
And now the words his tongue would spread
Were fainted visions he would gain
Of incoherent thoughts within;
Mine understandings not precise,
Surmisions all that I'd begin
Would end with awkward, garbled vice.

The night was swifter than a crow
And near as silent as a mouse;
'Twas six o'clock--the morning glow
of sunlight shown throughout the house
Wherein the sleeping subject lay
Faced down upon a downy bed;
Amusing how the sunlit day
Perceived the peaceful subject dead.

Despite the fears I troubled oe'r
The night went well, considering;
I laid mine self upon the floor
To get some sleep 'fore day would bring
More troubles to contest mine fate.
Thee endless nightmare ne'er does cease;
I muse upon amusing date
And lay mine worries down to peace.