Poem By: My Aniki Will Landreth
PRESCRIPTION: HUNGER OF MY MIND MY LIFE MYWORLD
PRETEND THE PLASTIC BOTTLES OF THE GENIUSES AND PHARMOCOLOGISTS COULD BREATHE AND DIGEST THEN FULLY ANIMATED CHANGE FROM WITHIN THEIR TAMPER RESISTANT FORMALITIES THE COLD, THE CLINICAL, MUTE, METERED, ASPIRATION OF MODERN EMERGENCIES INTO THE WARMTH, THE NOURISHMENT AND HARMONY OF A SINGLE HUMAN CHORD FOR SHALL MICROWAVED INTELLECT OR FIBER OPTIC DREAMING CHANGE AND LIFT THE HEAVININESS OF MY HEART OR TEACH ME HOW TO BEFRIEND OR BE BEFRIENDED? WHICH LOTION SHALL BE PRESRIBED FOR WOUNDS SUCH AS MINE? LOVE, PATIENCE, AND, EVEN WISE DISCIPLINE, I CAN ONLY YEARN AND PRAY FOR, FOR SOMEWHERE IN MY ENDLESS SUBCONCIOUS RENDERINGS IS ECHOING STILL THE WIND AS IT CARRIES MY SOUL MY SPIRT AND THE LOATHING PESTICIDE OF MY CARK REFLECTION SUCH AS NOW VICIOUSLY HAUNTS ME FOR WHAT OF ABUSE AND OFFENCE? SHALL ALL THAT IS GOOD AND PURE RAISE A HAND AT THE EVIL THAT HAS CRACKED MY BEING? SHALL THE ABUSE OF STICKY SECRETS STAY SILENT EVEN AFTER THE SUN HAS DRIED THEM SO THAT WHEN WALKS CLOSE TO MY SIDE A CRACKLING LOUDER THAN A THOUSAND FOREST FIRES MAY BE HEARD AND THEN, AMBULANCES, WITH THE MOURNING OF THEIR SIRENS POURING OUT IN RESPONSE AS IF TO THE WORK OF MENTAL ARSONIST RUSHING LIKE AN ELECTRIC CAVALRY SHINING THEIR LIGHTS ON MY NEIGHBORS BLANK FACES A BRIGHT ILLUMINATIONAND AND THEIR HIRE MY FORM AS THEY CONTINUALLYTEACH ME THAT I CAN NEVER BE THE DRIVER FOR NOW, STRAPPED ON A GURNIE, I RELUNCTANLY ENTER IN TO THE CODEPENDENT GYMNASIUM SETS OF MENTAL PLAY GROUNDS WHERE THEN COMES THE DEEP QUAKING OF MY BODY... SPASMS OF MUSCLES TIGHTENING FROM FEAR NO DOUBT SPOUTING FROM THE COLD SHARP NEEDLE LADEN WITH ITS WET DRIP OF TEARS FLOWING IN SILENT MOCKERY OF EMPATHY AND THEN AFTER PIERCING THOUGH MY SKIN TO FIND VEINS, WHICH CAN ONLY AWKWARDLY COOPERATE COMES THE SURGE OF QUIET INSANITY QUICKLY ENSUING THROUGHOUT MY CEREBRAL CAVERNSROBBING ME OF MYOWN ABILITY MOURN AND THINK AND WITH THIS I SEE THE IN FUTILE ANGER BEGAIN TO GROW BACK INTOA WORLD THAT ONLY ESTEEMS THE SAME STRENGTH THA HAS BUCKLED MY MIND, MY LIFE, MY WORLD... (MY SWEET LORD JESS CHRIST I BEG YOU PLEASE HAVE MERCY FOR I DO NOT UNDERSTAND TO UNDERSTAND,BUT YEARN FOR YOUR LOVE AND THIS I PRAY TO BE MY ONLY SANITY.) CRACKED MY BEING? SHALL THE ABUSE OF STICKY SECRETS STAY SILENT EVEN AFTER THE SUN HAS DRIED THEM SO THAT WHEN WALKS CLOSE TO MY SIDE A CRACKLING LOUDER THAN A THOUSAND FOREST FIRES MAY BE HEARD AND THEN, AMBULANCES, WITH THE MOURNING OF THEIR SIRENS POURING OUT IN RESPONSE AS IF TO THE WORK OF MENTAL ARSONIST RUSHING LIKE AN ELECTRIC CAVALRY SHINING THEIR LIGHTS ON MY NEIGHBORS BLANK FACES A BRIGHT ILLUMINATIONAND AND THEIR HIRE MY FORM AS THEY CONTINUALLYTEACH ME THAT I CAN NEVER BE THE DRIVER FOR NOW, STRAPPED ON A GURNIE, I RELUNCTANLY ENTER IN TO THE CODEPENDENT GYMNASIUM SETS OF MENTAL PLAY GROUNDS WHERE THEN COMES THE DEEP QUAKING OF MY BODY... SPASMS OF MUSCLES TIGHTENING FROM FEAR NO DOUBT SPOUTING FROM THE COLD SHARP NEEDLE LADEN WITH ITS WET DRIP OF TEARS FLOWING IN SILENT MOCKERY OF EMPATHY AND THEN AFTER PIERCING THOUGH MY SKIN TO FIND VEINS, WHICH CAN ONLY AWKWARDLY COOPERATE COMES THE SURGE OF QUIET INSANITY QUICKLY ENSUING THROUGHOUT MY CEREBRAL CAVERNSROBBING ME OF MYOWN ABILITY MOURN AND THINK AND WITH THIS I SEE THE IN FUTILE ANGER BEGAIN TO GROW BACK INTOA WORLD THAT ONLY ESTEEMS THE SAME STRENGTH THA HAS BUCKLED MY MIND, MY LIFE, MY WORLD... (MY SWEET LORD JESS CHRIST I BEG YOU PLEASE HAVE MERCY FOR I DO NOT UNDERSTAND TO UNDERSTAND,BUT YEARN FOR YOUR LOVE AND THIS I PRAY TO BE MY ONLY SANITY.)
--WHOS MIND IS LOST IN IT SELF TRYING TO FIND SANITYIN A LIVING MEMORY OF A KIND AND STRENGTH THAT IS SELDOM FOUND WITHIN THE RANKS AND ORDERS OF MORTAL MEN--
