Drips and Covers

Darkness and Repression.

Total Tonic Depression.

Savor the sweet scent of crayon drawn days,

for the darkness brings with it a rusty suchor glaze.

I see the world changing.

My father growing old.

The earths getting cold.

My feelings slow.

Things...dont...flow...

Psychedelic Telephone Poles,

and

Cyber-Space Scarecrows.

My mind drips.

My body spills.

Nothing ever heals.

Depression strips my thoughts from my will.