Pain Pills

A mythical creature rides out of the breath of rain, Its bloodshot eyes fixed
on the carrier signal of my pain,
Like a rainbow-cancer that numbs the wires with electricity,
A stranger’s kiss that kills so erotically.
These pain pills are killing me,
But they’re doing it so painlessly.
I’m a gunshot wound in the side of the thunder, The missing link in the
pseudo-science of wonder,
The fits and jerks of the traffic of my substance-shaping,
A doomsday device thru the metal detector of my miracle-making.
These pain pills are helping me, But they’re doing it so helplessly.
It has come to pass that my soul has a heartache, But this heliocentric reality
leaves me in its retrograde wake,
And so meaning finds its mate in oblivion’s arithmetic,
And like the weatherman of the gods I remain so apathetic.
Can’t blame the doctor for your addition,
Can’t blame science for all this science fiction, Can’t blame yourself for what
you can’t control, Can’t make your pain the warden of your soul.
These pain pills are healing me,
But they’re doing it so hurtfully.
When they’re gone there will be no refill,
When they’re gone maybe I can begin to heal.