When I was fab I got into ivy, poisoned me. Prednisone overtook me until moods went wacky. Tried every thing to fix what’s wrong with me. Even went with ECT. Travelled to Gator country for a while, but no dice, baby. Back to square one now, with zyprexa and fluoxetine. Time will tell if I’ll go crazy. Right now, I’m not sleeping. Is it mania? Moods are swinging me every which way. Just trying to get along with everybody. Looking forward to returning to sanity. Maybe, one day. Maybe.
Tag: poet
Veal
Green tango I went up to the level rank car
Map round lizard vamp driving jump rope
Neon lap dance teal creation keepers veal it
Prevention Hoosier stock click crock quick
Meal television commercial competition bib
Flicked
Tangent tango leaving angel koala bubonic
Stickler future deepening goose vaulted if
Kites heart purple Jeep huge lounge flicked
Plume topple yearly bleed wrenched kicks
Deal seeping floundering tricked whipped
Tusk
Green happy lounge laugh apple tangle tip
Gargantuan inebriated cackle punch toss
Are you going round the bend? Do you
Wonder if language comes to a dreary end
Or if action is victorious in the pot of gold,
Rainbow speaking wisely? Capture all the
Crazy people who run both ways down the
Same sounding board on an elephant’s tusk
Underneath a cruise ship, sinking soundly
Until bouncing balls grip hellion tubes sips
Reach
Gloomy barrier mental closing careen enter
Empty blew vendor congress television me
Mood language action real front foul enable
Cruise values blend comprehension bend
Balanced fuse koala palm sneak snarl reach
Beer
Level scream meander mean leave column
Municipal cranky promote alleviate plume
Blather veneer skunk pollen parasite beer
Jargon cleats pompous swerved bombastic
News nude mew rear sledgehammer plop
So Few
Enveloped in spaciousness, my perception
Changes with each passing clue. I am awed
By my opaqueness to what I have to do.
Dreams descend upon me, opening worlds
I never knew. What a treat. Sinking to.
The path is there for me times so few.
Golden
Carrying a cover over gliding sheets of blue,
I cut a deal with infinity, an institution into
Sending scurrying in wanderlust all the
Innocent babes anew. Shall I jump, oh, shall
I? Cast a blind eye on relapses of golden
Memories.
Creasing
Something twisted in the catacombs runs
Up one side and down the other, creasing.
Arranged from two loves, on top of another,
Creation, retribution, salad face, clinging.
Monopoly Budweiser Cornish hen demons.
Victory
To survive,
The ultimate challenge,
In the face of adversity.
A voice calls
From deep down inside,
Crying for strength,
And loyalty to one’s own
Individuality.
Gather family and friends
To build support.
Make a plan
And carry it out,
Step by step,
To the summit
Of victory.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 