Shaman Pill Poem by Justin Aptaker

should I eat another shaman
pill tonight my doctor
gave me
maybe?

Trazodone lucidity, I have seen
the saucers fly high over New Orleans

two girls, one time
dark skin, all mine
but I barely escaped with my precious life

and eye
saw the curved and crooked streets
of all cities on earth, each one, each
policed by curved and crooked cops
looking for meaningless late night stops
with bloodied, dirty billy clubs
hunting your money, your dignity, your drugs

your life is in this story too
because of the single web we weave
because of the single dream we dream
the dream that keeps getting stronger, stranger
whispering mystery, also danger