The onslaught begins slowly with a rush.
Speckles of pepper litter my blue view.
Giant, wide, metal plates slice gently
Above the eyes deep inside like piranhas.
The plates gain weight slowly pressing eyes
To the throat on their way to unbearable.
Anticipation of the fucked up
Mind with nothing made for good.
The fucked up darkness and hate.
The functionless body of trash.
All humans get mean –
They run me over.
All of the world is a
Roman coliseum, and I,
A stupid mouse.
Forgetting my medicine,
Without medicine,
I could go away
Forever in a
Tall square
With a pin head of light
At the top.
But I pop the pills
That don’t work
But keep me “free.”
The ones the doctors love.
This too shall pass
Long after I have surrendered.
stillfugue 
#1 by Evelyn on January 6, 2011 - 9:24 pm
“Forgetting my medicine,
Without medicine,
I could go away
Forever in a
Tall square
With a pin head of light
At the top.”
this stanza is a poem all by itself…
I really like it
#2 by Carl on January 6, 2011 - 10:35 pm
Thank you, Evelyn. I’m grateful for your comment!