Secondhand Sedative Poem by Johnny Watt

Secondhand Sedative



Whispering eyes peek down from crimson and amber nighttime skies.

So beautifully unreal.
I smiled up from the tall grass field.

The worrisome and the wounded both resting to my left.
To my right the smiling satyr flies his indigo chrome kite.

This remarkable joyous scene softly fading like a song.
Before I felt any panic inside, I knew just what was wrong.
I turned to the east with my loudest voice and cursed the coming dawn.

I do not wish to come back.
I'm sick of everything repetitive.
I do believe it's time to use the permanent secondhand sedative.

Spare me your final lecture on my so-called great fallacy.
Send me back to dreamland with such vision and vitality.

In the real world I lose the sky.
In the real world I ossify.

I'm done here now.
So sullen so trite.

Plunge that needle, and let the fire ignite.
You can stay in mourning, and I'll say goodnight.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 04 March 2012

Drawing in by the title, the work delivered really good stuff. Props

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