Featured Poet - Deby Cedars

GOING TO THE PSYCHOLOGIST

Sitting on the bus watching the orange groves, trees, and

houses with their pretty flowers go by,

Feeling joy, happiness, and rather content,

So some would ask, “What’s the reason to see a shrink?

Why?”

And I ponder if I would lose or gain more weight on Abilify.

I decide to myself that I needed to get out of the house

anyway.

But when the psychologist asks me what’s been going on,

I’m not sure what to say.

I know I will dance and sing today.

I know I will clean up a handful of dirty dishes.

Throw coins in a fountain while silently making my idealistic

wishes.

I’ve already made my warm comfy bed,

And for breakfast I had banana nut bread.

You see it’s just another day to appreciate.

I wish the landlady didn’t feel the need to litigate.

You see, there was some damage from a fire.

But I’ve washed the soot off the walls and I’m ready to go

higher.

I know in my soul, God has good things in store for me.

So even if they lock me up, I’m still free.

PERSECUTION

Persecuted by the police,

Future as certain as a fog,

Mother tries to buy my salvation,

Insanity offers absolve.

Zyprexa and clonazepam,

Calm my wretched mind,

Jigsaw puzzle is burned,

But other mysteries unwind.

TRAZADONE

Drug-induced haze,

Sleepy altered state of grace,

Whisks me away to a dreamland

Of primordial mud and sex.

But they say this is the care

The best RX;

Trazadone.