another aspirin

another aspirin
fizzy consolation
against the pain
of living love
while trying to love my life
complications multiply
like sun-drenched dandelions

there is no true ache
the hurt is virtual
and insomnia cures nothing
strangely spurring dark quiet creativity
when everyone sleeps
especially you, my tender lover
though where?
is a question I no longer ask
a bottle of whiskey, two aspirins,
coffee timed to brew before
awakening

(I have always hated coffee
before the moment between a juicy steak
and seasoned cognac afterwards
chocolate is better for dipping croissants --
but not too early --
tea confers a certain elegance to mid-morning…
the couple-compromise was mine)

another aspirin would be nice
swallowed like candy, drunk like soda
preventing modern dissatisfaction
to grip and grasp more firmly, yet
how I love the generous greetings of life every morning
how I live the passion uncovered from your loving absence
five mornings of seven
yet reconciliation with destiny's plight
only empowers the substitute addiction
as, afterwards, I reach for another dose
from the magic bottle
of effervescent addiction
in lieu of your love




another aspirin
10 june, 2006
(written for : Take My Phrase, Round 14)