Down

My most recent poem. It has quite a few deeper meanings, but you can begin to understand it by thinking about The Matrix.

two pills:
a choice.

alternate reality red
or the blue of this life,
these skies.

so many times
i've chosen red.

i've made
my whole world
bleed.

there never existed
an in-between.

but i've come to find that i
can never be alice
and that chasing rabbits
can paralyze

freeze me mid-fall
down the rabbit hole--

and hours, hours of black.

so why not the blue?

my brain plays the prisoner
of its own illusion:

the red.
take ten.

the mirror tells a different tale:
c a t a l y z e
wipe the warm blood
from my cold brown eyes

and down,
down,
down the blue.