Without observing my illness
as a separate entity,
would have been gone long ago.
Would be on knees in a parking lot,
skull between huge hands,
screaming with fierce madness.
Float above my mind,
politely request improved condition.
Working like prayer does
when you break your neck.
This little observer is the guy
who keeps me going.
#1 by Evelyn on February 17, 2011 - 5:50 pm
Carl, this is VERY good.
I can’t even pick favorite lines.
#2 by Carl on February 17, 2011 - 11:24 pm
Awww, you are so kind, too kind!