Note to Self-

Notes to self…use caution

We cannot be up to speed, you and I…

It is always a deadly game of do or die.

We come here face to face…

I laugh…

You smirk…

and act oddly out of place.

Since our time began

I have held too firmly to your hand.

Birth between the catacombs and resolution behind the vault

Her, Him

are they at fault?

Decades filled with racial slurs

History pages of commitments not deferred

Judge ye not

Judge ye not

Asylums, institutions weighed

Pink pills, razor blades

Iodine bars and nurse maids.

I’ve been told of your lot

A sad mixture of…

crazed delusions

and mother’s shavings

laid out at the 24 pass parking lot.

Him guided by watered down psych pathology

Her with bottled up religious radiology.

The catacombs? Well, I read, on that day, a happenstance, a doctor’s note held up to the courts to display. Note to self…now you etch, hiding behind a killing dialect. So, please, please me…I ask you now. Just how was it…

You came about?

j

Note to self-
Never following directions without your lips moving!