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Poem Details
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| Title: | Manic Is as Manic Does |
| Author: | Patricia Parker |
| Date Submitted: | 9/21/2005 |
| Email: | patpark@tpg.com.au |
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Around and around the office I did go spraying cockies high and low. The girls did wonder what was wrong as I tried to sing my song. It was pain I was trying to express. Joy was gone from under my flesh. A boomerang I did see against the light, a salad for the journey for my flight. The wires I did all break so no sounds would permeate Voices within me it would seem. This was no dream. Off to the party I did go. I was the one on show Healing could not have been in better hands As my magic did expand. Blood on the wall did drip as I lost my grip. I screamed, O Lord don't let this be me, As they questioned me. Could this be right, she can stay here for the night. A hard bed I did find, a rock pillow for a heaving mind. I had to change my clothes. A blue tunic That's the way it goes My friends had left me in the ward. Was this my reward? It was 2 am upon the dot, Time to sleep upon my cot. Some pills I did take so I would not stay awake. 3 days I had not slept a wink Bright eyes was my name I think. 5 weeks it took me to come back to sane I would never be the same. Patricia Parker 23/08/2005 ... |