Bright green means it's morning,
dark green induces dreams
There is no polite way to insert
Neuroses inbetween casual conversation:
"Hi, how are you?
A deluge of uninhibited emotion
Is about to deconstruct;
Erupt bucked but breaking tear ducts
At the faint smell of light,
At the feigned felt polite
At the slain and the slight."
Or
"I hear it's supposed to rain today,
What are the chances that you think
We will survive?"
Or
"The family is doing fine,
But the drugs could use a tweak or two."
You,
With the look and the awkward and the hole.
Whole mouths full of what we cannot say,
Weigh the unwellness against her weight.
Until one bright green anchor persuaded the bay
To let me stay floating what feels like upstream
Until I slid serene into one dark green valley
Fluid slumber- chemical galley,
Sailing seamlessly into a new dawn
Beyond the crippling despondency
I wave this freak flag triumphant-
Bright green means it's morning,
dark green induces dreams
