your love is manic
so the doctors concluded
your manic is love
the physicians included
white gowns and smock
clinical smiles on
their breath
gave you a caffeine
enema
to jump start your
day
manic is everyday
when you crawl on the
wall
waking to the tremor
drooling like a dog
then hit the subway
by 7:05 a.m.
get a window seat
mr. jones you have
a new umbrella!
get in line to the
stalls
pavlov's master to
the slave
your life is manic
the soothsayer read
in the leaves
psychic hotline 911
dialed M for mania
it's only tuesday
and i feel the pain
yes, i fell the pain
the pain of review
meetings
the pain of water cooler
conversations
that linger like smoke
on a corpse
yes, i feel the pain
of million mindless
pages
that pass across this
desk
the pain of gestapo
footsteps
in the next cubicle
the pain of emptying
trash bins
the pain of idle chatter
about damn schoolboard
meetings
gestapo stiletto heels
in the aisles and halls
the cubicles that divide
you and me
yes, i feel the pain
of emptiness in your
voice
recalling yesterday's
messages
your investments and
bank notes
the pain of vapid stares
the pain of silent
screams in the washrooms
ransom notes by the
photocopier
yes, i feel the pain
of bloodless coups
behind oak doors
suicides in the alleys
behind the building
the daily parade of
prisoners and the guards
manic is this day
that lingers till 5:00
pm
before the mass exodus
to zion proceed
down escalators and
elevators
to the tortured chambers
of your windowless
homes
cyanide thalidomide
yes i feel the pain |
