hold hands

Disclaimer:
I wrote this in a past era of my life, and it comes off as critical of Psychiatric medication. I have more nuanced views on the subject these days, so keep in mind I was in my early twenties when this piece arrived out of my pen.


There is a slow sweet depression
like condensed milk
evaporated cane sugary sweet
filling in those hard to reach places
filling in the void
causing tooth and mind decay, in equal measure

it may fill the places the television destroyed
left us numb, needing something more to fill
so. many. voids.
sub urban white washed confusions fills
these fragmented soul places
while that main stream deposits itself
directly like intravenous fluid
into the sacred river flow

of our unsuspecting blood

demons with overcast eyes have a special surprise
in store for us
which is the dirty secret
that our consumption of these poisons, toxins, chemicals
could lead to our demise
a cotton candy flavored depression descends into suburbia
and those who grew up in the era of Reagan and Bush
maybe sleeping soundly at night
blocking out the sounds of our parents fights
waking up to Saturday morning cartoons
filled with pretend violence
that echoed the true horrors spilling all over the planet

So, give us our Prozac, Zoloft, Depakote, shove it down each throat
See if it quick fixes this pain
Tell us for writing our stories that we are insane
Give us our diet pill, pain kill, window sill to jump from
we will arise like a phoenix
from the ashes of a sickening deception
Re-unite with Truth Tellers

let's change the whole face of this whole race

and let's Hold Hands this time.....