St. Alprazolam
I am here to worship
Your pressing of the seams of my skull
Every wrinkle suddenly in place
Every strain, washed from sorrow-stitched face

St. Alprazolam
California blazing anger
Clear cut and doused
Lit by loving gaslight, my golden grass
I love my mother, tiny pill crushed by glass

St. Alprazolam
Morning will come, Halcyon flown
I will loathe your silent synapse
My strength stolen, the damage my own
Battle of will conducted in pidgin
When anger speaks despair
I will lose my religion

St. Alprazolam
I give myself to you
Prostrated on Alhambra’s floors
Tessellate benzene solitude