Mid-Wives love the Jackals

Mid-Wives love the Jackals

 

 

 

i live Valium blues

within congested walls of anxiety

contemplating the next pill, the next fix

the regiment to keep me sane

 

but syllable logic writes itself

on the therapist's pad, 

graffiti etched in graphic sin

 

black markings that turn the jazzy memory

into deep purple placenta

as my misery hangs on hard

in its womb, loving the dark glue of super madness

 

floating in expectations of the worst

a baptism awaits with conjugal intention

the birthing of another child of pain

 

another bout of craziness we want stillborn

but the body slowly rises out of the abyss

and there is form and mass

and crass insensitivity

 

and a Gershwin rise

of the same old colors

and i dye

in blue,

glad to have finally entered

that symphony of 

insanity

with all my notes cleverly concealed

in the pocket no one can see.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/19/16

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

What a wonderful way to express the highs and lows of what we have become, needing our next fix of sugar coated normality, that we are told is what we should be like, but judging by some of the medication I have tried in my time, if that's reality then leave me where I am thanks.
It also makes me think what part of us the pill is suppressing and who in effect is the real version of us.
Superb piece Jacob, I have read this a few times now and will again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review of this rather dark piece, alife...

i really appreciate your taking time to read it, and comment.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

You're very welcome Jacob.