Iatrogenesis.

I woke up today
out of a fog.

How long have I been gone?

I don't understand anything anymore.

I wish I was a
better father
a better husband
a better son.

Time skips whole years entirely
I see names and faces
fade away
and come back again,

Now the holidays have
come back again but
I'm tired of running after
rainbows.

The days are all so trying
but my trying days
are done.

Time to go to sleep.




Hibernation.

Don't come near me.
Don't
hear me anymore

For,
I am the seed of ill content
and the seat

Of too many dis-'eases'
to mention
though I mention one:

A dyskinisic
post-intellectual
disinhibition.

Don't
poke at bears when they are
sleeping, don't

Stare at people
with scorn
when they are weeping.

I'm crying all the time.

In the dark,
my mind talks to me
and it's almost

Always dark now.