they say I was born with the dark
charisma that I honed that sucker
into deadly charm I carved the wounds
that last forever it’s hard to
believe but I meant no harm I raise
my glass to former lovers and pray I’m fondly remembered by at least one
don’t let this world
bend you out
of shape
you are not
a hostage
nor fortune’s
fool
be satisfied
get better,
not bitter
make no
space in your heart
for slights
best forgotten
turn your
cheek
bury your
hatchet
every dawn
is a new world
and your
heart is virgin
one man’s mistake
is another’s
treasure
take mind to
have nothing
you’d care to
defend
if you look
for acrimony
you’re sure
to find it
like
attracts like
that’s the
law of intent
They had to lock me up.
For the sake of science they said. The iron in my blood had turned into
plutonium. I was transformed into an interdimensional being who traversed both space
and time. I had ludicrous possibilities – ever unfolding in the shimmering of
dreams. They put me in the psyche ward, because I was
high, way too fucking high. They didn’t
have the instruments with which to chart my design.
‘Do you know
where you are?’
‘I’m in a
hospital.’
‘Do you know
where?’
‘Yes, here.
I’m in this hospital.’
‘Do you
remember my name?’
‘Should I?’
‘No reason
really.’
‘Why am I
here?’
‘You have
plutonium in your blood.’
Cascade and eclipse.
Another sequence of nightmare realities. This place is a meat factory.
They are out to get me. I hear them calling
my name. This is a world of paid
assassins cynical and cold. Down in the basement secret mind swaps create brand
new fictions. My identity is fluid and slips between the angles of things too
strange to ever define.
‘Do you know
where you are?’
‘I’m in hospital’
‘Do you
remember my name?’
‘Why am I
here?’
‘You have
plutonium in your blood.’
‘When can I
go home?’
‘We have to
defuse you first…’
Here at ground zero, my near fatal exposure has annihilated
my options. So they locked me up. But, I’m no danger to anyone. I just need to
leave this place. I want to go home. ‘Do
you remember my name?’ No, I remember
nothing. Let me out of this cage. I don’t belong in here. I’m just a radioactive prisoner playing stone
age games of fear.
punch a hole in the great lie punch a hole for me all government is based on lies some more so than others we choose our own oppressors thank you very much it’s the best of all possible
systems the leader told us so he likes to keep a high profile he’s always on TV kicking butts and taking names keeping us safe from our enemies he’s the champion of fixers a man of uncommon sense the
nation’s beset by villains he’s going
to sort them out and in the final
refinement of evil he claims that god
is on his side
she poisoned me with kindness she hadn’t read my notes my meds were contraindicated and
strangled up my mind they sent me to a hospital where I had to rebuild my life they say the dose makes the poison and blood can never lie she
put death in my veins and shrugged
as she watched me die
