celexa is a dam
that forces me to censor
words do not flow
my brain just can't go
in the crazed paths
and starry directions
it longs for

pharmacudical leash
i consider the connection
between creative and crazy
hemingway and his cats
zelda and her fountain dancing--


something...

fuck...

what was i trying to say?

in this subdued seduction
plexiglass
i charge head first
into plexiglass
unharmed, unscarred
i fall backwards
flat on my ass
no words to say
no words to write
the little pink pills
escort me away
like white coated nurses

shhhh they say
shhhh they coo
tucked into bed

what was i saying?

where did the poetry go?