No Pills

I don't want that pill,
Just let me spill
All over yon grassy hill,
The way of words is rain that fills
A cup of tea boiled black
Whilst midnight's moon turns its back
Backlit stage illumines my lack.

I won't take colorful pills
Till the script is magniloquent
As I lean above gated fence,
Trotting on with rhetorical sense,
Bridling the larynx in spit spate
Floods of hearts blood, drenched,
Pricked and pickled by ostrich quills.