Flouted pill! I see there’s no shame to admit,
My brain isn’t working quite like it should,
It lacks a molecule, misunderstood,
Space creates gray prison of Death’s pit,

Not life’s proud being. Flouted Pill! Bring
Me peace of mind! Bring me abilities
Grown from baby-past, whose History
Recants itself into a mass, singing

Beatific crowds into a pile of
Rape! Flouted pill! To you I raise my glass
Of wine, well, not, it’s beer, whose flavors pass,
To seek again the role of how! Flogged

Pillows of dreams escape into the day,
Combining thought with waxing clarity…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/8/07