a drug to die for
Haloperidol
I knelt down on the way to the shops
in a fit of blind exhaustion;
I'd sipped you obediently,
swallowed balls of grit
and choked thoroughly on my delusions.
I barged a doctors meeting, shaken,
certain the glass had gone
from the windows;
my fleeting wardmates laughed and got better
then left me in the morning.
In a roomful full of dissolving worlds
the mildest man ignited
our pains in the smoking room late that night;
they restrained him and a nurse
was hysterical.
I wish my screeching nerves had been of steel
but you brought silence;
one bright morning I swear I saw
imaginary blood
under my real fingernails.
