Citizens Advice
Feb 18, 2023
It begins with 3 capsules
dry swallowed
in the Citizens Advice Bureau
of a town forever hamstrung
by the hubris of it’s architects.
Down one-way streets I walked
pursued by obsessions
you couldn’t make up
obsessions that will haunt me forever
now that they are gone.
I wake and swat the
unsuspecting mosquito
still drunk on my blood.
The scorpion stings
and the poet mixes
metaphors.
If it had been otherwise
I would have ridden
to the end of the night
and awoken trying to
remember these words.
