magnetic

little wishing pills
i throw down my well
i call a throat
dissolving my heart
to sleep
colors of old film
soft and grainy
fill my gut
a crankshaft
starts my eyes
heavy lids
fall like shutters
welcoming darkness
and then
then
the spark
of an old battery
rusted
empty cells
my mind drained of charge
the positive and negative
married like lepers
repel one another