I wouldn’t say that I am manic — that word implies insane
happiness? surely giddiness? the same, they are strangers to me
mostly, madness is not the problem with
my creativity is suffering my depression as well
as it can.
And it can, and it can.
Can I write you a prescription?
It will cure all that ails
you know the way out; please pay at Reception.
. . . . . .
But I am not myself, now
there is nothing, nothing left of me,
just this depression, it seems
an affordable price, again
make check payable to: Artist, Starving(?)
creativity is the madness
is not the problem
is the treatment, working
Well, do the drug companies
keep themselves in your pocket,
do they, Doctor?
Death-pedaling is an oath –
breaking spirits should not be acceptable
practice your patients more kindly, please
take me off of your black-blocked medicine.
. . .