M.D.

A swell in blood pressure

Soaks through the tables

Of a disposable weekend vice,

Pooling across a wreck of unruly smiles

And lazy eyelash love

To sink its teeth in soft confessions

The lights dim further down our bodies  

And lace our hands in fingertip memory:

I'm running my mind over your mouth

To recall the way you taste,

Your kiss tempting poison and pills

In the same uneasy breath...

If we could all seal our lips

And prescribe opiates to our hearts,

We could trade doctorates for liquid cures

And censorship for talkshow truth.

Every tongue-slide seeking therapy

Could turn our mouths into educated scholars

With unlicensed intentions

And literary pasts

Where our names would only be remembered

To fit each of our faces.

A medical itinerary will define our psychology,

Wire every colour in a heartbeat

To play amongst our words

And sleep outside the doors of our ears

Because science seems to hold more logic

Than the loveless hearts of selfish youth;

And so my faults fall impatiently

From an arrested decorum.

Every soul in the room

Peering unconsciously

Through a pair of static eyes,

Holds neither envy nor desire

For a body of seconds in a timeless night,

But my words just seem to spin silk

Around the heads of numbed reality.

Only when the sugar begins to seep from my veins

Will I learn to drink my own remedies.