Imprisoned thoughts finding freedom
within the damaged mind
mind not what they say
nor how they say it
speaking clearly with hijacked tongue
tongue tied and muted
fear gives new voice to old words
words hasterly spoken
drawn back
upon the lips like an unstrung bow
piercing retorts
and sharpened interlect
rend away the facade of common descency
allowing profanity space to breath
rank rancid epilogues becoming epitaphs
upon a soul trapped
within the confines of anothers understanding
of morality
long dead arisen the medicated zombie wakens
and a new day dawns
follow not the path of the poet when his words
are not his to command
and yet they command your respect and your derision

Tonight my mind is not my own
tonight Jacob comes


I can feel his claws behind my eyes
taking control


Tonight my poetry is not my own
tonight Jacob comes

I smile
and once more
you check
you're wearing shoes

I am
the ******* child
of
insomnia
and mental illness