Bad Milk

Bad Milk

 

I looked into the eyes of the imposter.

I waited for him to speak.

He made no sound; there was no sound from him — 

my mind soft and my body weak.

 

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

 

“Six whole years,” he said. 

“Just one more hour and I am free.”

He poured one long last ounce of it.

“Lift your glass,” he said. “This one’s on me.”

 

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

 

In the station, the great mist surround me.

Ticket in my hand, I can go home.

The gray walls surrounded him,

and his eyes gently closed.

 

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

 

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

Bad milk

Bad medicine

I know

 

(Life Underwater Music, 2007)

James O'Brien