Diet For Maniacs

Mickey J. Corrigan

Time to cleanse your body
that palace of suffering
the graveyard of hope
the tower of defeat
the source of all pain.
What you can’t cure
with starvation, laceration
you can luxuriate, immersed
like a bubble in the bathwater
of your own rippling sanity.
You are on the porcelain edge
of sinking back into your past
and going under. Why
rock yourself to sleep
in the little wooden boat
of your old miseries?
Hurl yourself into the future!
Be the well you can go down
and up again.
Serve yourself
the deep water
chilled, and pure.
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