snow days
waylaid
on my own
private
Shutter Island
I wonder how long
I can dodge
ball all
these swings
arcs barking
mad
on broken circled
chains
strains of pained
childhood
running rampant
on
that childless
child's playground
your madness
fucking up
down and under
the bluests
of skies
and tries
eyes darkened
hearkening back
to your
days
of self medication
of whiskied shouts
on the outs and
prayers to a church
hurt like
babies
should
never feel
from wounds
that
never
heal
and here you stand
and demand
your sanity
in
the false martyred
palm
of your hand
stigmata
non grata
when all
that really needs
be done
if anyone
someone
no one
is to ever
be fucking honest
in this fun house
family tree
of broken branches
last dances
lost chances
is to shove
your pills
down your
thoat
remove your
self imposed
St. Sebastian woe
and let you
swim
in the moat
of normal
with the rest
of your
mother fucking
crocodiles
making crazy
for a while
so you see
like me
the world is not
out to get you
it can't get under
the giant chip
that boulder
on your shoulder.
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick
All Rights. Reserved.
Wow. Love the audio - the intonation, pressured speech, gives it such rawness. This piece is absolutely remarkable.
ReplyDeletethis one makes me think of the broken branches of my crazy family tree....
ReplyDeletethanx for sharing.
Feral piece... And a great read!
ReplyDeletei enjoy the way you speak your lines. seem like this should be some part of a film.
ReplyDeleteThe audio really complements this one! You can hear the anger and frustration in your voice!
ReplyDeleteMicael!
ReplyDeleteI am so agreeing with Jayne.
The audio clip just adds to this piece so much.
Very powerful and at times I became a bit scared!
I read it slightly differently than I heard it (reading it was more crazy/twisted/angry while listening to it, it sounded manic and angry).
Just a slight difference.
-Dean