The tablets stabilise the highs and lows
but alas depression has the grip
and it's cradle swings the throws
On thorns we are seated
Accustomed to the pain
The side effect weight gain
Tremor shake
Electric shock brain quake
drained
reserves depleted
so we
find feigned strength in lab coats.
you told me these are not happy pills
yet warned not of numb emotion loving chills
nothing
but staring people
blanked by a prescription
with a trail of issues
and a doctors derision
they’ve all gone mad
and upon popping out the pill
from its embryonic vacuum pack
foil punch tear
instruction leaflet placed in there
neatly
quite comprehensive side effects
completely skipped
enough to make the well insist
we leave alone
but no
we are in a comfort zone
bizarre
the black hole is
better than hearing you say “Just snap out of it!”
I ask you change that record
Its scratches and static
belong in an attic of thoughts
far from here
your monotony a dull guest indeed
I know you wish to help
but this darn black beast
feeds on kelp and cinders,
the remnants of life, its fasting
Cinderella fingers touching glass
prints,
linger in shadows present and past
cold and transparent we slip it on
the stupid mask
its blackened song sings
with the gusto of wildebeest
and the fragility of hummingbirds feast
of pollen.
it will all end after 12
the pumpkins are coming!
my solemn ones
what about you?
ill marry Madonna Ciccone
or become a Monaco throne
rich on life one day
ill do all those fantastic things,
those plans for us
nothing like hope
to cut the rope of the noose
when the darkness leaves