I
am manic depressed
every
day I get dressed
in
the clothes of my emotions
whether
I am brightly colored
or
a cave gray nested neutral dark
I
am seeking the tinder spark
and
wanting something
outside
myself on that shelf
or
at the side of the road
wanting
something
I
know is inside me
and
always gets me
to
crawl back
from
the night as I cry
questions
that only wombs
know
the answer to
just
so I can feel the spread
of
every Dawn’s tiny fingers
across
the horizon
of
the numbing handles
I
climb back to you with
this
world is so full of hate
and
flags that denigrate
our
humanity
as
we
vote
for peace
and
vote for war
and
rubber stamp each approval
to
be the purchased whore
we
find that currency
that
bleeds us
to
the slowest end
and
reside there
and
hold our breath
for
something we are told
will
only come after death
now
I don’t believe
in
that Heaven sold
in
the Americanized world
as
a subscription plan
from
the insurance man
is
worth buying into
because
it doesn’t make sense
to
wait for something
to
have to die to get
when
it is all around us
rent
free
and
something
once
felt
is
hard to forget
I
am panning for the gold
in
your eyes
in
my eyes
in
the eyes of strangers
that
pass me by
so
if you see my blues
coming
at you
in
a rhythmic ramble of words
or
the scratched splash paint
of
talons and graffitti
that
will be me
the
sensitive poet
and
not Kilroy
on
the faded bricks
and
crumbled walls
of
the wars that keep
our
fears as fresh as daisies
and
that will be me
you
hear
wondering
out loud
why
oh why
is
the sky
upside
down today
with
all the kites
tangled
in
the
fishing lines
EJR
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