On good days I apply
lipstick, put on nice clothes
for the day theater
of life
in the streets and parks
One of the people
Everywhere we see red roses
pouring down from heaven like rain
Miracle after miracle will befall us
We get everything we ask for
and can bear our burdens together
Those are the good days
after the timeless madness
of the devastating storm
I bump up and down, panic
rushes through my blood
short circuits in my head
I'm staggering from the doctor's cocktail
there is a ghost in it
a giant wildly shaking
the supershots into my lame body
until I fall asleep amorphously
and exhausted, and wake up
wonderfully normal (on a good day)