Because every day is pain
Because we have to ask our
wives to drive us everywhere
Because we've suddenly developed
driving anxiety
Because most days we have anxiety
Because most days we feel bad
about how our anxiety effects our family
Because we did bad things manic
I don't need to get into them here
We all know what we did
and our wives were none too happy about it
Because we were in bed all day
Because we wonder what our children
think when we're in bed all day
Did I mention the shit we did manic?
Look here,
It's because we have these
intrusive thought all day long
Kill yourself. I'm going to kill myself.
I'm going to die today. It's over.
All fucking day
Because our brains happen to be
wired that way
Because our daughters heard
us articulate these thoughts compulsively
Because Berryman did it
Plath did it
All of them and
none of this was ever
a cry for help.
Daniel Crocker's work has appeared in The Los Angeles Review, Hobart, Big Muddy, New World Writing, Stirring, Juked, The Chiron Review, The Mas Tequila Reviewand over 100 others. His books includeLike a Fish (full length) and The One Where I Ruin Your Childhood (e-chap with thousands of downloads) both from Sundress Publications. Green Bean Press published several of his books in the '90s and early 2000s. These include People Everyday and Other Poems, Long Live the 2 of Spades, the novel The Cornstalk Manand the short story collection Do Not Look Directly Into Me. He has also published several chapbooks through various presses. His newest full length collection of poetry, Shit House Rat, was published by Spartan Press in September of 2017. He was the first winner of the Gerald Locklin Prize in poetry. He is the editor ofThe Cape Rock (Southeast Missouri State University) and the co-editor of Trailer Park Quarterly. He's also the host of the podcast, Sanesplaining, about poetry, mental illness and nerd stuff. He is a bipolar, bisexual Gemini living the cliché.
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Definitely different, but interesting... don't know whether to give you a 'atta Boy' slap on the back of dial 911 for you. Good job, good write, you got this old brain wondering. I don't usually think that much after reading a poem . Thanks
ReplyDeleteHonest as a hard rain. Good poem.
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