ORAL MORPHOGENETIC

 

 72 hour slow releasing count-

Down Fentanyl patch they eat

Them on the street. I was once

a drug ab-user, now take 20 pills

a day just to stay alive. In locked-

in-side like the unwalking dead.

 

The NHS is my dealer, pain killing

My broken back mind and bedsore bleeding.

Surviving with half a brain paralyzed

Down right side, live on the write hem-

Isphere my blog of negative capability.

 

Aphasia aphantasia lost my long-term

Memory, I can only remember life after

 my stroke. The stroke from death-coma

I sat bolt-upright in their moral ethics

Of medicine I.C.U. on the altar it was like

The exorcist tripping out my mind after

They declared me dead like nothing else

on earth. I know you're pissed listening to

my heretic rhetoric. Here I tick-tock my

my his-stoic blues pissed off litter-ally

spilt my urinal bottle. You can't beat

this truth bedridden.

 

Silent hill and chainsaw massacre, I gripped

The blanket in a cold sweat I hallucinated

This truth horror is nothing like death to

life trip. Hunter s. Thompson and cruci-

fiction that is it just fiction a page-turner

you can’t turn my page, it has turned me

into a debaser-where is my mind this mon-

key mind is erased, gone.

 

Religious nonsense means when god doesn’t

exist in my write hemisphere don’t you think 

that is strange my left brain was erased, hard-

drive wiped clean their words, not mine.

 

A Pedophile priest shove it down

Your throat and up your gets a house

A slave and a car. A disabled poet reaching

humanity gets a wheelchair told to shut up.

 

Is this what you call humanity, hypochristy. 

I only have half a brain but its mine

and mind alone.