Thursday, September 13, 2018

Plato's Pharmacy

Crazy day yesterday, putting pictures
in with the skeletons—keepsakes, newlyweds.
It was like repairing bathroom fixtures
or trying to arouse the slugabeds,
everyone snoring like tank treads,
trying to evade the harsh strictures
enforced by the richly-paid and blindly-led,
while soothed by balms and aroused by tinctures.
These structures are too hard for my head!—
all my brain’s little winding fissures.
And I know I may soon be dead,
but it can’t be that I’ve lost all cred
for assembling clever mixtures—
potions, cautions, ointments, and elixirs.