A Friend who Knows

Do i have a friend
who understands

I guess not
I have to make anew
a new circle of friends
who understand

insanity
In satiable reality

and thoughts which
wander
wander
wander

past the truth
past the firmament

you have to be there
to see it
to understand it

I think they think that
this a ruse
a parcel to attract ATTENTION

What are you smoking?

You have a kid, you have a kid
who wanders
You have a kid who falters into
unreality, unmyth, unearth

you would know it
know that this isn't them
This is brain hijack

You will know, then.

Achlys, you feed on Me

I am so sad
As sad as Achlys

My sadness drifts down like an
anchor
heavy weighted fateful fruited fraught-ed
with depth of fright

My sadness falls down and down
and bleeds hope out now not
Morpheus I think will not
have pleasant predictions in
my nite dreams.

It is as if I had a safe place that
I would inhabit for treasured
solace.
But now it has vanished, because
it wasn't real.

Now I have to look in the mirror and
i see me

Help Aphrodite

Something Good
Fitzpleasure
I thought it was good
God is good
Maybe she is good

No maybes about it
she is the best of the best
but a drool, spool vacant pool
indrains her frame core with
insane platitudes

She thinks are true
like Toby keith who lives in
Nigeria

and they fool around with her
and dabble in scrabblicous tools
that infect her habitable vaults

Why, Lord, why
I trust you.

but maybe it's my fault
I am sure it is.
I am sure I am paying attention
to my husband's ailments that i am
failing to see hers.

And she gets infected so that now
we have to pay attention and yet
it's our grandson who is suffering.

God, we are detrimental in our
tessellations

We should have been on top of this.
we should have not let her do her own bills.
not do her own therapist, who is not looking fully
at her depth of disease but thinking she is
cognizant of her own self as are her siblings