My sessions with the doctor help me sane
Help me know cool faster than time alone
She guides me in seeing myself bitter
Self-conscious and argumentative, yes
Bringer of the black cloud, down-turner, yes
Bleak in beautiful and much worse in shit
The doctor prescribes steady doses
Of acclamation to conversation
With a subject of me and aversion
I avoid the things that do not rise
And all about me things seem to sink
As floating paper pushed in at the middle
But I should struggle to read the words before
They fade, that is a feeling curiosity
PRL Serials 