A Poem by Split Lip Founder Scotty Bob Steevessffph

We’ve been bad bloggers, so here’s a poem by the guy responsible for all the damage Split Lip has done to the economy, healthcare system, education and federal reserve.

Pills

TREATMENT

Pills fall, sheets of rain into a burrow

of wolves. My crow mind in hiding until dogs are

put to sleep. My life, an infant pear tree,

roots mingling with deadly nightshade underground.

Berries poison the delirium further, the fruit

that left Syd Barrett in his mother’s home until 2006,

the fruit that fed Brian Wilson voices

to harmonize with melody. My mouth is always open

like my mother’s basement door. Every time

I swallow, the crow loses memory of its abductor,

the pears decay before ever ripening.

–– J. Scott Bugher

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