Sunday, January 12, 2014

A week of poems #7: Melatonin

Maudlin melatonin
bitter sequin smiles.
The mind is often roaming,
resolution's dipped in guile.

Joyful is the apnea
sharpened be thy grin,
A dash or two of salvia,
a cup's filled to the brim.

Sorrow serotonin,
A dance was never had,
Maudlin melatonin,
I'm happy when I'm sad.

Cheshire knife it slices,
I will, I did, I'll try.
Melatonin rises,
I'm smiling when I cry.

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