prozac

the sky has disappeared,

heaven has vanished. i am

blind to the sum of all things.

my enthusiasm for a world

without end, is only by

chance. i fret my history.

bygone times haunt my

marrow. the lexicon of my

words echoes in my dumdum

brain. the advent of my joy,

pathetic.  like waiting for

the rain to stop because

the river is rising. my

confessions do not heal

my spirit. the wounds, more

than flesh deep. my veins

are flowing with gravel

and sand. burn me, don’t

bury me, to kill the stink

of man.

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