A surreal poem meant to explain the visceral despair that surrounds depression |
let us redefine security (a poem) an apple that tastes of cotton a styrofoam cup decays a knife made of fingernails and a dial tone is rotting at the bedside in the country of Depression there’s a white sun that drizzles rain there’s a plastic flower that smells of rot there’s a thanksgiving turkey locked in a closet there’s a corpse that wears fishnet stockings there’s a train covered in barnacles there’s an air conditioner filled with mold there’s a tiger with worms in its eyes there’s an ironclad ribcage that screams there’s a wine glass that begs sobriety there’s a chair with crooked teeth there’s a girl who dreams in coffins a rat that only screams when you close your eyes a fire that only burns when smothered in carbon a tongue that only knows how to taste because your niece can’t stop coughing glasses that only read facts that ring false yellow lined paper that claws at a lizard a casserole made from the wilting fears of children and only eaten by those who wish to starve more in the country of Depression a nursemaid speaks in needles and the children drink psychosis the elevators lead to purgatory and windows are made of dust misery is currency i’ve broken a vase all meals are eaten RAW. |