Ode To Xanax

Oh, Xanax, what would I do without you?

While in this pillbox called a plane
My faith in God began to wane
And as the plane shook violently
I feared for my life silently. 

When mantras failed to comfort me
And I thought death would come for me
I found one last way to relax:
I reached for my trusty Xanax. 

I take a zero point five dose
That might make an ant comatose
But my four foot eleven frame
Can manage it; I feel no shame. 

In fact I'm filled with adoration
For this lovely medication
Because it does what few things can:
Convinces me that I'm a fan

Of floating on and through the clouds
That wrap the plane in big white shrouds
That toss and turn me like a cradle
Never smooth and never stable. 

Now I sit back down again
Warm, woozy and very zen
And as I lay me down to sleep
I give this pill my fears to keep.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I liked the reference to the old prayer at the end of this poem. Quite an intoxicating read.

[Shayla Sayer]

I've been here and done the exact same thing~
Lithium, not Xanax.
But the escape is still the same.
Touching piece, I enjoyed the rhymes, the way the stanzas flowed, seperate but together as a whole.

[Kaylor Mason]

This is sheer gospel! I need to get a shirt made, and written on it will be:
I USED TO CARE ABOUT LIFE: NOW I TAKE A PILL AND LAUGH :)

[Suditi]

An interesting write.
Enjoyed!

[writing mojo]

such chemical dosed poetry, in line with the air in drugged out welcoming, I love the tie in of flying compared to near death experiences, yet comforted as the spirit of the write becoming hazy in milligram and ounces of rhythm, ...good stuff

[Alessander]

Holy crap, Xanax works for flying!? Never thought about that. Prob works much better than cups of whiskey, and no hang over lol

I can def relate to this poem. I do NOT like flying (although I'm not afraid of heights, go figure). I was on a flight to SF, and from L.A. that's only like 40 min, and I was freaking out at the lady next to me talking on her cell after the pilot told everyone to turn off their electronic devices! lol

Anyhow, what a nice tongue-and-cheek piece, and I esp like the last part; I can almost feel myself dozing off into Xanax paradise...

[Alex Vidmar]

This is great. So well done. love this. Keep them coming. Love your works.

[S. Michael Long]

actually i take that back.. heroin withdrawal makes benzo withdrawal look like a little girl on a swing (: loved the write.. keep it up! -s

[S. Michael Long]

(: ah yes the blue football (: (: i read the previous review.. and i got all of you topped but my response has nothing to do with any of that.. i love poetry when it refers to chemical, spiritual, emotional (usually angry or frustrated emotions) so i was quite pleasantly surprised to read a love song (for lack of a better way to put it) for xanax.. what i can tell you however is this; dont love it too much.. there is nothing worse than grand-Mal seizuires and a near death experience in benzo detox.. (: Loved this poem! -s

[Wesley Dingler]

Awesome. I've read about a lot of drugs but never this one. I have taken it though, along with ativan, risperdal, clorezapam, clonazepam and diazepam. Anxiety's a b***h isn't it?