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Lithium Carbonate
I do not like you; I do not like your power
It is not as if you can power my watch
Or turn my clockmind back to mimic your dull
White, so I pour water on you; my brain like a wet cat
Shakes paws, off off ghastly sticky thing you make me retch
Heaving up my milky opaque mind like a blunt knife – it
Is only good for an angry stab at my arm whilst drunk anyway
It needs stitches. Stitches, stitches? Something must be sewn up
Otherwise things will fall out and drop behind the couch or ‘neath
My bed. Oh lost it is lost, all is lost. Help me doctor, help me safe
Clinic. Draw my blood and check my levels. Are they alright? Are
They fine? Exhale then, all is cool you say! Hooray, hooray, in your
Book, pencil me in okay.
Next Thursday I’ll be less dead
More blunt
Much less shiny!
I remember
the day I first read this, along with "table for one" ... and "scattering your ashes at Kalk Bay" ... there were more. I was riveted, mesmerized ... each one is a pearl of rare beauty, perfect in the rawness of its truth and observations. I am so inspired by your writing, and in awe of the power you have with words. Thank you.
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