Poem from when I was 17:

Zopiclone's possible side-effects include 'untrue beliefs' and 'floppy infant syndrome'

A dinosaur looks up and tries to think of a major theme for this poem;
but there can be no major theme for this poem, it is about dinosaurs.

An agrarian scialist looms from his loom to gaze forth
at a future that has been, I'm afraid, long discredited.

And these days postmodernist free verse seems like a good idea,
I shall have my teeth replaced with rust
and sell the real to the rich.




Zopiclone, (brand name Imovane in Canada, and Zimovane in the UK) is a non-benzodiazepine hypnotic agent used in the treatment of insomnia. I've given it the title from a note I made on it underneath the poem. I think I was on it at the time. Probably wrote this late at night like much of my writing throughout my life.