SEDATED
I WANNA BE SEDATED
Fire on the subway Angry man not un-handsome in the 7/11
BUY ME THIS! He screams +shoves cold dosas in my face
I know then that Kansas is just a metaphor Then stumble onto
Yonge St. Bright sun + a brisk wind ricochet Wishing my clothes
weren’t so breezy +synthetic A little wool would go a long way today
As would a sharp pair of shears to cut the umbilical cord
#ufigureitout
I take a $14 cab 7 blocks +arrive at CANNABO-LAND where I enter a
seedy room with 23 chairs a Jumbotron +a wan man with confusing
eye contact Kill me? Kiss me? Do me? I scrunch against the wall +
wait for my name to be called There is green matter all over the Brita
Offering greying water to Cannabis seekers
IF YOU HAVE EVER HAD ONE EPISODE OF PSYCHOSIS LEAVE NOW
the stained sign says Oh one episode I guess I’m good! You see I believe
my entire family +current husband to be figments As C.G. Jung once said:
There is as much chance of your dreams being real
As the person beside you
These days I contemplate the deep state on many a night at 4 a.m. as I lay
awake in a late life fugue Stormy is a deep state operative And this gracious
porn star will bring down the baboon ruler of the free world More power to her
By 5:12 a.m. I chase fears of a mountainous city 6,402 miles above sea level My
latest escape fantasy But will I need an oxygen mask?
I have always been high maintenance
Finally my name is called +a man who looks like a NARC takes me to a room
away from the bad Hip Hop + light erotica on the Jumbotron I will need more
than Cannabis to recover from this experience Perhaps he is from the deep state
Eyes red-rimmed +mystic I am so scared that I neglect to mention the narcotic I
used for sleep My urine sample does not lie Maybe you forgot?
He winks
I prostrate myself before these ghouls One a young doctor (?) wearing a
stethoscope + Fred Perry tee He tells me not to worry about paranoia as he
speaks in hushed tones Eyes riveted to the door I was once a girl upon whom
butterflies landed Now the magic will be kept alive by a plant I leave with a
urine stained script Doctor’s hands a tad shaky Old warhorse back on city
streets Unhinged Corporeality tattered
Come Get Me Fertile Spring!
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Spring 2018 …the Resurrection close at hand..so too the Exodus…
songanddancegirl 