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music drove me to repeat prescription request
that mackly gets left, yes, in the chemist for ten days
them and my second supply went their seperate ways
she cares for her carer
staring at walls in invariable citalopram & largactyl melee
staring up at blank ceiling
what do you expect to see there?
a pteradactyl beating back leathery wings
or the statue of liberty surrounded by packets of chewits
as some bitten godzilla rip-off stomps by
it's grin hillocks, skyscrapered, toothsome & gaping
making nusiance in cardboard box city
built from claymation animator's patience, sweat & grit teeth
that's what i used to see when i stared at the ceiling
before i spied a screen and it switched on expelling dry ice
and a head burst through cracking plaster
like perfect imprint of face in sand bunker
and thus the incursion of the monsters began.
i became gradually afraid to gaze at ceiling
and later began having the strangest dreams
about gravity failing for nobody else but me
and i'd float away like a helium balloon released from grip of hand
the people around me grabbed for my ankles dangling like the string
but they always missed and i slipped away
into imagined opened mouth in high ceilinged hall
or falling backwards upside-down into empty blue sky....
(i also used to stand on my head, imagining the ceiling to be the floor in some surreal house which i would then dream about.
in one dream i was wandering this house and i came across the attic door visible from my old bedroom on the wall as if a cupboard door.
suddenly first person vision zoomed out and i woke up lying in bed, staring at the attic door - circa '87)
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