No Momentum Poem by Robert Macdonald

No momentum
Slowly sinking into bed
There’s a familiar man
Walking faster than a hummingbird
Pulling wires from my head
In the attic
In the doghouse
Lies something sharp and red
It makes me scream
Makes me hurt
Shaking dandruff for the dead

And the pills that they gave me
I could just sit around and
Show them all the way I’m supposed to be

They’d talk so quiet
Be so proud
Like I was just a child
Something wild
Roll a plastic ball
The outbursts would be mild

But I’m happy happy happy
Plotting my escape
And I’m dizzy on a train
Talking to a mannequin
That isn’t speaking very plain