Vicodin And Old Age Poem by Sean Fee

He wanders around the house at night
Sulking back and forth from the kitchen to his bedroom
The remnants of a hazy Sunday night
Lingering
On the fringes of oxycodone and courage

An empty stomach is an upset stomach
The stubble on his palm rises
As last month's cake is pulled out of the fridge
He needs a coat for the storm
F___ cholesterol

Live life
The words slide out through
A slice of leftover flan
Coupled with a quart of rum
Just a taste
It's all for the process, essential
When will it hit

The bottle says instant release
F___ that
Half an hour just washed over his head
He can't breathe
He needs more

Childproof locks
No problem since age ten
Six years race by faster than you can say
F___
As the blue spheres tumble all over the table
Three roll onto the middle page of last Wednesday's Times
An obituary

Her smile radiates through the stiff and speckled paper
Alive and cemented in inky irony
The tag remains attached to her corsage
72.99
A symbol of pride amongst her peers

Three shots per five percs
The golden rule rings through his head
Then his spine
He didn't remember that whiplash
He never felt that cramp in his chest
Chalk it up to old age
Then wipe the tears with your college application