Lisa La Tourette-Pershan on the Other Side of the
night, doing pills
blue and orange and green
brightly colored doors of escape
clutched sweaty in my hand,
they become eyes, greedy
hungry mouths that devour me,
gently smiling down my throat
delicate dream--do not disturb;
passageways to other places
better than where I am:
dark dank box I stay locked inside.
they run through me
become my blood
ease the ache pressing down
on my abandoned soul,
turning my dull & clumsy organs
life-giving & beautiful...
the real me:
blubbering, frightened, ugly
insecure & immature
retreats to the fuzzy comfort
of my subconscious,
letting someone else take over,
someone pretty & outgoing
with blank eyes.
© Copyright Lisa LaTourette-Pershan 2004