And I used to use colloquialisms frequently.
Is that a fact?
Glib drab, parted ways we react.
I haven’t pressed so hard with a pen in years;
maybe at counselor,
maybe before I tasted beer.
One can easily forget- what, with all of the prescriptions: Prozac, Zoloft, Ambien, and Effexor… These are words that won’t come underlined red; that common- for the better.
Does the kid have a mental problem, or does the country have a label and pharmaceutical problem?
You be the judge__
I have this many problems: to the nth degree.
I need better; fix me.
He wrote with passion, they say that in past-tense.
He had ideas,
he used words,
spoke when they allowed,
when they told him enough(!) he didn’t make a sound.
Now he changes his ways to reflect that language is sediment.
Trash amassed at each letter’s small feet,
from history they suck like a leach,
from years ago, and now today,
the words we use have their own ways.
Each one speaks through me.
Is it a drug addict or a patient that you see?
“The doctor is ready to see you now…”
My face was clay when I looked into that mirror somehow.