Gabapentin

Will I do it again tonight?
Swell my face, sweat my sheets
Gaba to act alive
For your watchful eye
30’s on its way

My strung up blue beads
Are salt in air, scrolling
That bush on 33rd
A dead gull’s wing:
Your images control me
Control me
Control me
Control me

He did it alone one night:
Put a bag over his head
Gasoline smell
My uncle
He told my dad
“I’m just like he is,”
After Thanksgiving

His disease
My strung up blue beads
A stinging rash spread cross my back
Are salt in air, scrolling
I won’t love like that
Strung up blue beads
A dead gull’s wing:
Gabapentin to act alive
Your images control me
30’s on its way