Untitled 1 ( unfinished draft )

By way of setting a scene, Kitchen, table, bacterial gleaning, Burnt breakfast with frozen coffee and Vitimins. Our subject felt a slight guilt, As he sat back for one last morning, Day; one last concession, He threw back his head. Swallowed the tablets which hit his brain Like a guided missile. The diode, the transistor; The neuron that never fired, 8.0 mgs of alprazolam, xanax; And your brains a lost and found. [electrophysiological relationships between cognition and volition are chemical] Sinking back into the car seat, Devil red and torn but cold, He rolls back the embankments of sedation; Peering at the tele-spectral image of a dead world. [Or a world obsessed with death] Symptoms of a secular society: When we have given up on the idea of God, A booming economy of 'life prolongers', Smile from every billboard. A mania for dietary supplements, Personal trainers and multivitamins, An ardor for herbal remedies and Weight programs. The cawing of crows; The tired anorexic daughter and The biologist mapping DNA strands. ...incomplete as yet.there is a narrative here which is different for me. I think the poem will have a few parts in which case this may be the first. Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 05:43 PM PST    10 • 0