18 poets read from SGVPQ 58

Radomir Vojtech Luza

IN THE CUPBOARD

 

By the mustard bottle it sits

Next to the mayonnaise jar

 

The little pink pill

That stabilizes my moods

 

The happy vanilla fairy

That keeps the black cats

And brown witches away

 

They tell me to stay away from it

I don't need it

Bananas are more natural

 

But my hands shake

And my stomach tremors

Like an abused dog

 

The rectangular roundabout

Winks at me through the

Transparent brown bottle

 

The 300 milligrams of psychiatric solution

Stamped on its side

 

Please muscular mamma

Don't crack my creativity

Bruise my boyhood beefcake

 

For I trust in you

Like a virgin does a vanilla swan