Poem: "A Position of Defeat 11"
11.
the sun again
is a big orange pill
stuck in the
blue throat of the sky
pretty
colors kind of plasticky
a promise to
restore a man’s free will
lowered into
the subway by my hands
have no
desire to go anywhere
the young
impatient to surface to air
the old too
scared to make any plans
we listen
quietly to the rocking train
not making a
sound if we can help it
the train is
throwing a shrill hissy fit
but we are
quiet like a brown blood stain
proud i’m
controling the impulse to scream
the adderall
is on extended release
metformin works
hard zoloft makes peace
the cost is really
not so great per diem
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