Paregoric Babies
by Jim Carroll
Clocks blue seconds fold over me
slow as swamp dreams I feel
heavy like metal shade pre-dawn thickness

I sit
in my chair of nods shivering
from a sickness I took years to perfect

dark paddling in the wave membrane
the monkey woman's dream streams
are places of shy creatures, head infants
I had born on a whim and abandoned... my eye

drips the strain in the sweet March air, frozen
pure as my blood refuses to flow...
stilled, sweat that shines the breath of my poem
In the mean time, catch up with the adventures of Jack