She left me like
Brutus left Caesar
like a shark attack.
My back was bent and
bleeding, and I was well
versed in delirium.
She had the electricity
shut off the day after
she abandoned me, and I drank
myself into a new oblivion.
There were kittens in
the wall–shadows tall and hot,
and I was well-versed
in delirium.
I stole Four Locos’ from
the convenience store, but
not enough to keep
the goblins at bay.
They chased me through
my nightmare–molested
me at dawn.
The elixir exorcised the monsters.
But I often misplaced it,
in the dryer or fireplace.
The meat began to rot in
the freezer, and I was
well-versed in delirium.
My moonflowered brain thought
the cat tree was
a person.
I paced the floor and
talked to it; asked questions,
sought solace.
Degradation of the
mind reached critical mass.
And I landed in the
psych ward again.
The bats brought seizures,
and cheesecake, and yogurt
berry parfaits that were
to die for.
I was well-versed in
delirium.
Well written! I read it and I was in delirium. “)
lol
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. I can relate my friend, believe me. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you. Much appreciated.
I’ve been here…
Stellar writing, my friend.
Thank you. I appreciate it.