Spectres of Prozac ®


“It slaked no thirst to say what love was like which came too late.”

— Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano

 

 

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& loving me is a mental health hazard, Elaine

 

I kept you fighting loud proxy wars of love

 

in supermarkets, gas stations, in bleak

 

all-night drugstores & police stations

 

in parking lots & emergency rooms

 

 

 

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I can hear your voice in my mind

 

like a hiss of serotonin static

 

our love a limbic tinnitus

 

of fear & anticipation

 

slowly cross-fading

 

colourful slides

 

on peeling

 

wallpaper

 

 

 

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I watched the whispering infrared lights

 

sunk flush in your flesh

& beaming messages

 

high on ionized cell fluid,

 

we rode the gamma ray backwards in time

 

past a billion battlefields of the future

 

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Peter Bies © 2010

 

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