Lips gleam
Buses scream through the dirt roads
Sirens
Long legs
Tight skirts
And all the glory in between
The clocked turned 6 and my night shift had ended
Lunch is for dinner
And the streets continue their roundabout rush
As survival is the same from the house or from the night protection of a solar eclipse

A month ago
Fluid inspirational being,
Med switch mental darkness again clamps in
agitation, adrenaline pumps through veins
Med switch, soul switch
In the blink of an eye a plea for help
A switch in he alchemists bad
The almighty psychiatrist wrong
Yet again with the med dart board throwing
Foiled yet again as stability held me up strong
In one month
In one month
I seemed to have lost my soul
Yet again
The dull shovel
Of mine after many a deep dig out of this
Empty shell of acute depression
Begins its arduous work of bring me light
Manic depression as Jimi Hendrix  guitar strung it
Soulfully on the head
Is indeed a frustrating mess

In the funk,
Melancholy drips its hollow shell
I dig deep inside my mattress
I stay fearful yet only comfortable within
My best friend the heavy blanket
Wet from my tears,
Hankering down been here gone through without a scratch
Just the continuing fear of the scratch in my mind

A notch on the belt a stir of the
wicked soup
Trouble in paradise as the highs hit the lows and
The diagnosis is indeed correct
Doctor can you help now
For I truly know you are correct
There’s no keel of evenness
My wings have been melted by my own imbalance
And the hole is too deep for me to wiggle out of

I sit
Empty walls and the birds flap outside
I sit
And watch the rabbits mate
I sit
And I see the brick path leading outside
I sit
Living in the past

Soul
My soul has been cheerfut since the magic pill
A month later I visited the renound  psychiatrist
He drearily informed me what I had been taking
Was indeed a sugar pill
I walked out completely outraged
My soul returned
Back to the black hole
I am dreadfully disappointed there is no pill to relieve
Me except for that magic sugar pill

Pitter Patter
and a thump in the night
Alone I crumble
Alone I fight with the mirror
Pitter Patter
I desire your silk
I desire your comfort
I pour your evil but charming ways
I am sick again