Too Many Zeros

She drinks too many zeros.
They cascade upon her like a waterfall dream.
In those, depth, Salvation. Reach. Pull.

Crys into the foggy flatulence.
I smell the stench of the apathy, she cries.
When dreams are drunkards and doctors are Illusionists.
Where does the truth reside?

Ah, if only they had let me go....
the thousands of times,
I thought I might go.

Gone into the realms of Peace,
no turmoil detected. Then,
would all be Sanctified. The
Divination sanctifying dreaming.
Waterfalls dripping Submission.

Then they drink.
First from her glass.
Then from his.

The poison is knotted and
only the sailor knows the way.
The Secret of Save Me.
Suspend Me. Sober me.
I lie.
She does. We all do.

jeanne marie
3/14/01