Pill

I take you like a pill

reluctant, compelled.

I press you through the

thin, silver, metallic sheet

there’s a comic yet evil

sound to your piercing through

the malleable metal foil

always taking some of the

health warning in bold print as you go

20 mg capsules of chemical

substance I am unable to pronounce

your ridiculously complex name

is only an added emphases  

of your hazardous

side effects

You pop out so easily

but that is not how you go down  

you need to be pushed, thrust, forced
down my throat.

I feel you tumbling heavily

bumping blindly into the interior walls of the canal,
the hallow tube of my muscular chamber where my
vital air and food passages cross

I feel you twisting, turning upside down, down side up

I can never be sure on which face you have landed.