Lithium to spare

Day two of my psychoneurosis;
The lady who wears the cloud
Says i'm going back to step one.
The paralysis of rusty joints inspire tears,
But the two muscular angels that transition my daily death
say it's psychosomatic.
I don't care,
As long as i get to envision
olive skin, almost neonatal,
only a part of the divinity that causes me to writhe.
But as i nonchalantly saunter back to consciousness,
The usual presage towards the truth.
My muses be my escort,
In a dream of a foamed drain bleeding black.

Author's Note

its basically a continuation of shampoo and mascara

Reviews

[Pink Poison]

But as i nonchalantly saunter back to consciousness,
The usual presage towards the truth.
My muses be my escort,
In a dream of a foamed drain bleeding black.

Absolutely fantastic...I need to go read the first part now. I am incredibly impressed by your writing. You do have the gift for sure and certain!

[Komichi]

It sounds depressing but so intelligent because of all the metaphors.

[Jason Henry]

the imagery is pregnant in this...and its bringing forth quintuplets!

[Anima Inspired]

I love the opening line of this piece...it's blatent, sarcastic and completely "real". I love writing that comes from a place of reality...it's how we shape that reality that makes a poem truly great.

But as i nonchalantly saunter back to consciousness,
The usual presage towards the truth.

--I love the use of the words "nonchalantly" and "saunter" in this line.