March 21st, 1978
7:30 p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Water on the Brain"
Nor is it fair (what, did I forget a line?)
It is not fair for you to assume
(Though we only just met and I don't know you either)
That I am at all what I seem.
You see, I'm not that sure.
Nor is it fair for me to hide everything
from you, even though I'm not.
I know I'm not making sense
Sometimes I forget how.
Now matter who tells you that
drugs are a help to a healthy mind
(Including me)
You aren't to believe them.
And if you do believe drugs
are a help to a healthy mind
then you are not to believe yourself.
You see
while some drugs ex p a n d
the mind and some drugscontractthemind
no drug helps the mind
they simply hinder
Believe me I know
Or at least I used to
Before I took so many drugs.
And until it's over (two nights age
I cut my head and don't remember how
I did it.)
I have to face my own insecurities
enough to say that
I DON'T NEED THAT JOINT.
But don't listen to me
Well, cou can listen but don't learn
Till I can renounce the drugs
And lean on human emotion
Instead.
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
