milk
A poem
milk
i milk frantic moments
from the delirious drool of time
tripping on thousands of whispered tongues
all aching and moaning to light
the bitter juice and rob a cool
smooth shot of the white diamond mist
to crush the languid death trudging
about your head like a mean drunk
with blood under his fingers
and a rusty knife always ready
for the screaming skin and stillness
as you fall asleep
John R. Hampton
MaggotsX @ 2000.10.10
Author’s note: This was a poem, composed in a dark place and time of my life. Arranged via the medium of refrigerator magnets. Given the time, I feel it was influenced by a combination of both my then mental health struggles and drug use. I found myself this morning, looking back at both my good times and bad. This one, while written during a bleak moment, it highlights my search for light. I feel my life even at its blackest, it will precipitate a search for a light. I don’t ever believe I will give that up. Even under the weight and sharp cutting knife of time. I feel there will always light to look for. And if you look for them, you will always find others, around you, fighting for the same thing.
