Thursday, April 11, 2013

Poem: "A Position of Defeat 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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