![]() PrescriptionA Poem by Count Humilus![]() Silence of me![]() I ran out of klonopin and ate my withdrawls away With tylonol and matzo balls Found some vicodin it helped Finally saw the doc got back on track The leg aches went away The cold sweats dryed up I am addicted to a drug that makes me feel less panicky but I still don’t enjoy s**t I missed being excited for simple things I couldn’t believe I couldn’t be content at the most lucky of moments As soon as I tried to bounce back The wave crashed She left It was like running towards the most beautiful picture And by the time I got their the ink had run out I saw a girl with her back to me A boy on his knees sobbing She had a ring he had never seen on her left hand It looked so beautiful I lifted her skirt one last time Smiling at her as she laughed to herself Thinking about our time © 2009 Count Humilus |
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Added on February 26, 2009 Last Updated on February 26, 2009 Author![]() Count HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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