Trazodone Kids

Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Little trazodone kids

Your dreams are calling
Whispering soft stuff
About a nice, quiet end

To self harm scars –
Replacing that bad
With cloudlike good

Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Little medicated ones

There is a day coming
When monsters like depression
Are slayed by a great warrior

One who is cloaked in light
And brings the sun
Into each new dawn

Go to sleep

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The words are from a poem I wrote last year for Christmas. Always cool to see the marriage of my words and design.

The-big-gray-Iowa-sky

 

The sky is light gray.
The ground is dark gray.
The trees have no color,
Because there are no trees.
The fields are muted,
in both senses: sound and sight.
The cold’s color would be gray as well,
Though it is colder at night.

Machines run treads into the earth,
Cleaving mounds of mud and grass.
Pressing seeds deep
The farmer hopes to sow.
City dwellers look down their nose
Feigning regality, stuffy mood.
What happens if I tell them,
It’s out here we get our food.

That’s the scene I set;
Drab and uninteresting.
Winter fields as flat
as thoughts of nothing are long.
The pools of shallow water
reflect up, looking like voids.
All you hear is your head,
Because there is no noise.

I lay on my back, at loss and wonder why,
Staring, I look up; underneath an Iowa sky.

Outward, Inward

Contain,
Contain
You-see-through-glass
Bring the water to my lips again

The molecules are more focused in the glass
Than they are in the water
And the table has even more
And then there’s the floor

On the foundation rests the house
And that house sits on the ground
Which is as dense as the earth is wide
He pulls the molecules aside

Contain,
Contain
You-see-through-glass
Bring the water to my lips again

Loosely fitting pieces
Sit atop magma and rock
The ground sits on top of the shelf
And I sit on top of it all by myself

Oh, where does the earth rest?
And how does space sound?
Maybe the earth is a glass
To the beginning, alas!

Contain,
Contain
You-see-through-glass
Bring the water to my lips again

Contain,
Contain
“A glass can only spill
What it contains”