Tag: Poetry

Maybe

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.

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