Feel the brain drain
of civilization
split your head into two
no blood but a lot of pain
it's only a stroke
years later down the road for you

Wake up in the morning
feeling like a million dollars
by the end of the day
lucky if you're a wrinkled one dollar bill

And
it's a pill
five cups of coffee / happy hour
cinnamon danish calorie watch crasher
a weekly trip to your local
depression supermarket / convenience store

Go looking for more
as you wade past the bodies
on suicide street
in a mortgaged house
from your lover
on the waves of mass media

It's a killer that gives no warning
only the memories of the ones
who it has killed

© 1984

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07/29/2015

Author's Note: First poem ever published; The World Of Poetry Press, Sacramento, California (1985).

Posted on 07/29/2015
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