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They were taking my words. I didn't know
such small, dull mechanics existed, heads
in cowls, stockinged feet, to slip in
with brooms and scalpels, to quietly
take away the words.

But it's guerrilla warfare
of the mediocre. You trade for happiness,
painlessness, a few choice syllables,
the ability to find a synonym. You only get
one word per thought.

I stopped that gestapo. I think.
It was a small, green thing that sent
its marchers in, just round enough, light
enough to seem helpful. Twice a day,
with water, or milk, crackers if you might get ill.

I stopped that pill. I'm waiting
for the pain to come flooding, but the happiness
remains beyond it and it's slowly
pulling my words out into the light
from the corners, and crannies, behind my
kidneys and bowels.

The small, dull men are trudging out.
At the corners of my eyes, I'm waiting
for a whiplash retort, a rude gesture,
a parting shot. They seem fairly calm,
though, as if their work is done.

The stockinged feet are flooding
my eyes. Their dull, grey backs retreating,
their horde, their swarm, preoccupies me. I'll almost
not let them reach the boundaries, not find
the edges, I might just keep them
at bay. Locked in. Guerrilla warriors
lost to the light of day.
another one coming soon.
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giffordm's avatar
im vaguelying assuming (and please correct me if i'm wrong) that you have had something happen or possibly like me life happened.......anyways the question pressing at the back of my mind is....what is the little green pill?