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BIG PHARMA BLUES

 

 

Better living through pharmacology,
except when CVS can’t fill a pres-
cription, claiming your mental
health pills are no longer available.
Suddenly, the old fears emerge:
a man drifting through the back
roads, wandering between burning
pines and wild boars grazing
at his feet. If this is how the world
ends, then I want to be food
for the animals. They can sniff
out danger and the flesh of this
man gorged on Japanese natto
and tobiko. Sometimes you have
to lose in order to come back
in new formulated chemistry.
Nature doesn’t need medicine
to know how much fuckery
there is in the human heart.

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CAGED

 

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Whatever insists on being kept out

finds its way in regardless, or better

 

it already lives inside the garden

where white maggots diligently work

 

unseen underground.  The children

kept in cages will one day rise

 

to till the soil with their bare hands

up turning the malaise of this age,

 

aerating and giving meaning to their

new lives in this land of hatred.

 

Their memories will sprout new chances

to get history right, but for now lay

 

on the cold hard floor and suckle

on empty formula bottles and stare

 

at the way constellations form

on the popcorn-tile ceiling.

 

Caged and forgotten, they wait.

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