Tardive Dyskinesia
A new beginning, a cemented truth,
Holding the animal inside, hidden,
Lost from the bubble world outside
This nearest heaven,
Where reasons corpulence
Split the pants of the rapture,
To be lost without creatures
Jumping through barricades
In search of a forgotten time
Making rhymes in the dark,
Without the savior’s romance
To grab hold of me,
Shake me,
Pin me down,
Chemical straightjacket,
And stinging bees lament,
I fell from the sky
Long before there was the moon
High in the air,
Holding down the oceanic tides,
With the love
Sadness and forsaken humility
Of pernicious hatred
For normalcy all around,
While I stand here shaking,
Lost in tardive dyskinesia,
And filled with the bone cold
Tiredness of last week’s wine,
Colored sanguine red, happy,
Elated I felt the rocking
Of my own chair,
Higher than the prayers covetousness—
All before the horrible asp, bending
Her tail for to strike me down,
To the frozen ground below me,
And I sit here in loneliness,
And I sit here in pride,
As the sun’s wild eclipse,
Breaks through optics
Of another world—
Peering into another time,
When emotions felt real,
And the anchoring
Of time and distance were
The fashions of the day,
With her in my arms again,
Sighing with her sweet breath,
Hanging the whispers in the air,
As if an ethereal glow
Was emitted
By the horrible beauty
Of loss and redemption,
Caught up in the throes
Of the antipsychotic;
Tearing through my brain
Like lobotomist’s drill,
Pushing and pulling all dentrites
And remarkable kindling of a fire
In my heart,
Broken by the drug’s evil allure,
Proud as the chemical’s vice
Flowing through my thin veins.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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