The day was seductive.
Maybe I felt too good.
You’re always second-guessing your mood
When you have bipolar disorder
I don’t think I’m manic
A day like today can make a guy think money doesn’t matter
That a life devoted to liberal arts is a good idea
Make you shrug off for a moment the debt you undertook
And you’re still paying on your education 27 years later,
That 17 years of your life in school, impoverished,
Did something good to your soul, and it is a good idea
To do something good to your soul
That jamming on keys with a blues guitar player all morning
And a walk in the park with a sober friend, talking
On a sunny, 75-degree day
Would make you feel so good you question whether you’re manic,
Forget that you’re years past due for a teeth cleaning
That you can’t get the root canal and a few crowns
And though your home is Canada, you used the remaining balance
On your American credit card to pay for your oil change
That just yesterday I went out for a cup of tea instead of breakfast
SEDUCTION
14 Sep 2021 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: bipolar, debt, education, liberal arts, manic, money, music, poem, poverty, sober
OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IS TRUE
26 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: career, love, manic, poem, poetry, rhyme, stress, struggle, support
For both of us it’s been a trying year
My new med change, you lost your old career
I felt drowning in manic passion
You seemed overwhelmed with stress and fear
We stayed together despite desperation
We struggled but remained in relation
In hard times and in good times we still date
Regardless of the trouble on our plate
You are my support; I support you
As we accept—in fact, embrace—our fate
Our love runs deep through all that we go through
In ease, in strain, in everything we do
And now it seems we’re coming through our trials
Our grimaces are yielding into smiles
The psychic storm we both drove through is ceasing
Having churned through tempestuous miles
Our difficulty finally is easing
And pleasure in each other still is pleasing