a poem in my pocket

medication

cocktail clouds

mind’s darkening spanse as toxicity

to geriatric brain wreaks chemical jarring

of thought process;  hallucinations condense

in shower of nonsensical stories

that plop randomly from

slurred lips onto wary

ears of unnerved

family members

in search

of cover

from

stray

volt-

a

g

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A quadrille (44 word poem) submitted to dVerse Poets on “jar” theme.