there was a doll’s head spiff with needles, from too much LSD or chemicals or because I was reading too much Das Capital, they said
Marx would do that to a brain, tarn it to rued butter thick with nonsense, or worse, other men’s thoughts and ideas, they said
the voices were never soft, or willing to let me sit quiet in the tally of my thoughts, they were like thieves, men with sticks and stones chasing the mice from the scatter of my thoughts, he said
your chemistry set is busted, neurons firing at will and with little regard for your wellbeing, it’ll only get worse, they said, and you’ll need constant supervision and a vaccine, which seldom works
I believe in God and human goodness and love, even when the voices caudal my skull, but even then, he said, I’m still lucky enough to know my name and where I live, and the taste of wild strawberries and sun
Marx would do that to a brain, tarn it to rued butter thick with nonsense, or worse, other men’s thoughts and ideas, they said
the voices were never soft, or willing to let me sit quiet in the tally of my thoughts, they were like thieves, men with sticks and stones chasing the mice from the scatter of my thoughts, he said
your chemistry set is busted, neurons firing at will and with little regard for your wellbeing, it’ll only get worse, they said, and you’ll need constant supervision and a vaccine, which seldom works
I believe in God and human goodness and love, even when the voices caudal my skull, but even then, he said, I’m still lucky enough to know my name and where I live, and the taste of wild strawberries and sun
