| hypomaniac I just ssee\\ jumbled images Pictures, numbers, thoughts, All fl6ying at me at once I can't control them - indeed, They control me, I'm hypomanic At this moment and I'm taking Neurontin Paxil Klonopin Zyprexa Xanax With Risperdal in the background Zoloft and Wellbutrin didn't work -- Made me more manic. I wan't to finish the 13 books I have on My plate, double the size of the depeartment I manage, write a 100 new poesies, go to the Fiesta Bowl to see my Tennessee team kick Some ass, listen to some more Tear Garden And Love Spirals Downwards, and I want this All NOW NOW NOW I can't wait I can't go to sleep I havge to Write write write write write write What? It's doesn't matter. I want to go back To LA County Jail to giuve some gifts to the Big dude who took care of me -- biggest Motherfucker in the place, in their for murder, And I called and can't go until my trial has Been completed for 30 days. Bastards. I just Wanbt to bring him some sport mgas, Cigarettes, candy bars, whatever, to say thaqnkks Shitohle deputi4eds. As you can tell, I read a lot of Peter Elbow In grad school, cause this is total free form Bullshit being cranked out And the thing that's really disturbing is Death is at evvery corner and those most Importyant to me don't believe me Think I'm a paranoid freak, (which isn't entirely untruee, I'll admit), but goddamn it, I want my Glock and my cold Steel blades. All gone. Plea bargain purposes. Fuckers. Sonme time s I wiosh I copuld write Like the literary bigwigs do, just for the Glory, but most of the time I simply hate Their dried up boring pap which they call Poetry and so I'lll stick to my sthi -- Joe Parisi, at Poetry mag, said he likes my stuff but doesb't know if it's really poetry. Could be true. Don't give a shit. |