The Mad Circles

The Mad Circles

A Poem by Whiles

The lunatics come out

and shake

by the light of the full moon

the lunatics come out

at night

the lunatics howl and claw

at the gagging spoon

a lunatic puts up a fight

 

peyote eyes and mercury breath

and too-low dopamine

the lunatics have chemicals

they grin and gape and

high-pitched scream

when they spy the

brain-saw

© 2008 Whiles


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Lobotomy produces passive vegetables easy to contain but who knows what they still suffer and can't communicate

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Northampton, MA



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