ginsberg and benzodiazepines

bad

i don't feel good.
just push my daisies or pull my hair.
i don't really care.

my body hurts.
i'm talking to myself again.
i don't mind.
they're not my words.
every thought in my head has already
been said.

leave me alone.
my daisies are dead.
stop pushing.
i won't open my legs until i'm in my right
mind.

i don't have any milk.
stop asking.

i'm tired and queasy.
i want to go home.
this isn't cathartic anymore.