Two Therapists

Two Therapists

I survived the worst of Jacqui Schiff

And Mary Kelly. Christ! Let me forget!

Some puzzles have no answers. Just ignore them.

Some problems can't be solved. God damn the shrinks!

You are bad. The good are born to suffer,

Go mad and die. Or dwell in sweet retreat.

Have you accepted Jesus for your savior?

What the hell does Jesus want with you?

She drove me crazy, then she did not visit.

Just a letter after I was gone,

Which I did not answer. Mary Kelly

Did not say a word. Oh Christ that smirk!

About Poems

My early verses weren't about a thing.

Often only just a lot of words.

Let my soul in idiocy sing

Above the passing throng, the Christian herds.

Why must I say something when I speak?

Must I speak? I won't remain a mute.

Sick men listen to a soul that's weak.

Even kittens age, beginning cute.

Will I live forever, or just die?

Keats is dead. He will not come again.

So I suppose. The atmosphere! The sky

Is the last illusion of young men.

Poesy! My refuge and escape!

All the earth is in the grip of time.

America – a synonym for rape.

Poetry – insanity in rhyme.