sleep

it came when i went to take my panadol
it fluttered into throbbing, flustered
headache.

two pills. just two.
500g paracetamol.
stops the pain,
stems the drain.

two pills. just two.
escapism from bloody burned-out
midnight oil tired flame

knock knock.
the box beckoned.
no just two will do.
two pills, two boxes
500g paracetamol
eases headache,
next stop: relief.

knock knock.
im bushed. tablet after tablet
of scribes and papyrus
and panadol partake

two pills, two boxes.
boxers, peel. orange-
white pleasant parace
tamol takes pain

next stop: relief.


i really was thinking abt the whole box of the bloody panadol. when i found myself thinking that, i was stunned, even disillusional. i dunno why i was just so shaken up. usually im not liddat. must have been caught at a bad time. ergh.