Hades’ Nectar
Rangzen Shanti
I sit in bed one night, sipping sweet absinthe
in the isolation of my hotel room
My eyes turn into unpinned grenades
ready to explode at any moment
My body shivers
but also moistens with sweat
Sanity storms out the door
as my room begins to spin
and a green blob drifts across the wall
I curl into a fetal position
and toss the white covers over my body
Who knew saintly Assisi
possessed such a devilish beverage?
-Assisi, summer, 2005
