I woke up feeling like
a bureaucratic leader
only to be arrested for
my charming demeanor
I asked to talk to the boss
and in the awful chaos there
I put my gloves on
sooner than my underwear
I was not permitted
said the boss was tired
soon my own legs carried me
to a senseless trial
I was caught up in a talk
like Ivan Karamazov
in a psychotic episode
it threatened to send me off
I couldn't find my way out
failed to shield my eyes from light
I dropped senseless to the ground
and what began was a fight
nothing but a hindrance
or a wonderful struggle
love, there was an impending
sense of serious trouble
the room trembled in its core
I witnessed some painful shit
I couldn't shake off the panic
even when in my bed I hid
I didn't even get to rest
they dragged me out, hands tied
when they laid me on a rock
I knew my pills fucking lied
the doors of law were closed for me
inquisitor swung his claw
and the sparkle of a knife
was the last thing that I saw
YOU ARE READING
The Jackdaw and Other Poems
Poetryas one grows up one tends to forget how one felt a couple years ago I am the same amount of a novelist as I am a poet between my lines I captured my emotional growth and the battle cry that I am back from the dead
