i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Friday, March 5, 2010

seeing the two bottles

inside the white envelope:
shaking them, hearing the pills--
anti-seizure maracas--
feeling the bitterness toward the unknown:
is it caremark?
bluecrossblueshield?
orthomcneiljanssen?
why the cost has risen hundreds of dollars
(or the congressmen)
hundreds of dollars in 6 months, i say,

let's shake the epilepsy,
i see the fuckers all dancing.

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