no amount of salve can cure the meat
my
back bone has left
my
soul desiccating
in
a scour of windy apathy
and
video game surveillance
the
balance sheets
are
on the clothing rack
I
use nudity
as
a blind technique
stripping
emotion
from
the experience
of
my humanity
I
turn the key
in
the ignition
the
dusty dashboard
and
streaked glass
of
the windshield
says
you are unclean Edward
and
I have no response
other
than to look away
for
something else to think about
in
the spiny arms of trees
occasionally, a crow
will
hunker down and caw
as
I drive by headed
to
the convenience store
for
a beer and some tobacco
I
am in no way mentally competent
but
that doesn't mean
I
don't know how it all works
I
declare myself crazy
but
not in those words you see
everyone
still sees crazy
as
some badge of honor
you
have to turn
to
pharmacology
and
their agents
the
white coats
and
early bed times
you
have to say you want to kill
you have to say you want to die
and only at that moment
can you be taken in
can you be medicated
beyond
your own two hands
on
the wheel driving
to
parts of town
everyone warns you about
where
the streetlights are dimmer
and
the figures figure you out
by
how repeated this cycle is
waiting
watching wading catching
what
tides between any sort of demise
and
closing your eyes to lean back
into
an exhale of another piece
of
your serenity 20 dollars at a time
EJR
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dang...got some grit to this man...i think on some level we are all crazy...or maybe just crazy on different levels...how far do you have to go to get help too...i catch that in this...
ReplyDeleteWHOA...HO...I clicked on your site and that thing nearly poked my eye out! Liked the poem too, by the way. Especially:
ReplyDeleteI am in no way mentally competent/but that doesn't mean/I don't know how it all works
If I know I'm going crazy then I must not be insane. Twenty dollars at a time is probably cheaper than what they'd charge you to swallow their chemical cocktails that do nothing but ensure you're truly dead to your environments. You'd be surprised at the disguises angels can wear...sometimes they come in the form of a pen...I, quite honestly, thought this fantastic.
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