Adventures in Akathisia 2014

 FRIENDS,

I’m sorry to leave you hanging for so long on the Akathisia Series. It has been a busy autumn so far, and my brain is very electrically-challenged & needs lots of encouragement to FOCUS on things these days. Damage.

As you probably saw, we took a trip to our old home Bloomington, IN last week. It was a fun getaway, but it wasn’t without turbulence. I had a surprisingly visceral reaction to being back in a place I hadn’t been in 20 years. If you are old enough to subtract 20 years from your life & still land squarely in adulthood, you may understand how jarring revisiting your 20-yrs past self can be. There’s barely an ounce of cellular material left of that person, you have moved & changed in so many ways, and yet…there you still are, right in the next static realm. Memory.

20-yrs-ago me could work all day, eat and drink anything with little consequence, including more alcohol than anyone else in my social circle, go out to concerts, events, parties, drink more, go to work in the morning, write fiction and submit it to journals, spend time with people without feeling exhausted, write, write, write, work, work, work, drink, drink, drink, play, play, play…I still played music back then too. Jesus.

2022-me was handed a dose of humility, as I stumbled around campus w/ my sore back, my clumsy feet, my sober personality, my fried brain. We had to return to the hotel for lots of down time throughout the day. I couldn’t possibly eat as much as I wanted. I could not sleep. Anxiety, mania & rage mingled in the long dark hours w/ none of the coping mechanisms of home available. My mood needed constant monitoring. As it does at home. Quadri-polar.

But it was all good. That is just life now. And it’s only gonna get, uh, more change-y.

Akathisia Art July 2014

 

************* ADVENTURES IN AKATHISIA 2014***************

SO! I promised you all the story of my 2014 adventures in akathisia. I’m still not ready to tell you HOW I got akathisia, so you’re just going to have to suspend your curiosity until it’s time to reveal that portion of the series. Just accept that it was indeed a very severe & prolonged case of akathisia, and I still don’t know how I survived…

It all started on May 23, 2014. A Friday — the Friday before Memorial Day. Tony was going to come home early from work & we were going to lunch to celebrate the long weekend. But of course Tony was running late. 

In my memory, the news of Elliot Rodger’s killing spree in Santa Barbara, CA was on the TV and that’s what set me off…that’s what upset my mind so violently that my body started to vibrate like I’d drunk 10 cups of coffee…

…except that records state the killings in Santa Barbara took place on the EVENING of May 23. So…whether that was the exact thing that upset me so much, or whether it was something else, I definitely associate the onset of my 2014 akathisia w/ the Elliot Rodger story…

…all Memorial Day weekend I felt…strange…weird…bad…unpleasant…disturbing…But nothing worse than that. I downplayed it in my mind, and may have mentioned to Tony that I felt “funny”, but I kept thinking “Any moment this weird feeling will pass.” 

And it finally did…by Tuesday I was feeling back to normal. I got on with my life, but still wondered what was that weird feeling? I’d never felt anything like it before! I was so glad it had passed.

"denial sublimation suicide" 2014

In June 2014 I had more good days than bad, but I still noticed on some days that I felt “funny.” No other words to describe it yet. Like nothing I’d ever felt. And really unpleasant. 

At the end of June, I was hit with a very strong wave of this strange feeling and it really undermined everything. I knew something was wrong. Something out of my control was happening and it scared me. I lost a lot of confidence. There was a huge depression that accompanied the shakiness.

I wondered if it was the peri-menopause!

I wondered if I was having a nervous breakdown.

In July 2014, I had more bad days than good, but I was still keeping my head above water. I was determined to get to the bottom of this…get my old life back! I had shit to do! I started emailing Tony at work that I was having a rough day. I emailed my friend Brooke and told her I was in menopause and feeling really awful. I needed to stay in touch with people & let them know I was feeling “weird.”

I was scared. As July went on, things were not getting better at all. On July 26, 2014 I called a gender counselor, thinking that I was having some flare-up of gender dysphoria. This had happened to me before. I’d be cruising along in life & then suddenly feel as bad about being female as I had when I was a little kid. I knew this was not exactly what this “new feeling” was…but I knew I needed help. I secured a spot in the Transgender Support group that would meet again on Aug 9.

August 2014

On July 30, 2014 I was so depressed I felt like crying so badly but my body could not release any tears. Instead I rolled around on the couch, my back burning & aching like never before. I laid there all day, unable to cry, unable to think, unable to get comfortable in any position. 

I was tired of this new strange feeling, and I wanted to be able to turn it off with my awesome positive thinking skills. But there was no positive thought strong enough to turn that dial to off.

My days in July were spent pacing, hurting, feeling like tears were coming but they never did. I could barely write or draw, though I did. I was still shielding Tony from how bad I really felt. 

On the a.m. of Aug 5, I was sitting there drawing. Dots! I was doing dots, and I was overcome by the most horrific feelings of depression, pure sorrow, and agitated coffee nerves that I got up and wandered aimlessly around the house. When I got to the “green room” I finally fell to the floor & let out all the tears that had been building up for weeks. Screaming, crying, weeping, baby-tears! Loud, uncontrollable sobbing that I was afraid the neighbors would hear & call the police.

And those loud-ass tears continued all day long!

All the creepy-crawlies — rat, snake, worm, bee

And they happened again the next day, and the next day, and the next day…just as forceful, just as loud, for hours & hours! As soon as Tony would leave for work, the Great Sorrow would come & it would ravage me for 8 hours & usually by the time Tony came home, that wave of post-cry exhaustion would wash over me. And what a relief! The DAYS of the summer of ’14 were torture; the EVENINGS were fine. Just fine.

And thank God for that.

By August, I was more convinced that this was a test from God.

A real spiritual firewalk.

Or a delayed response to having solved my mystery in 2012? [from 2010 to 2012 I spent time writing about my life & realizing some important things I’d been in denial about; I found some hidden landmines, some buried violence & abuse…I had figured it out intellectually, but had I processed it emotionally?]

I could rack my brains all day long, but I could not figure out what was happening to me.

On Aug 9, I attended the Transgender Support Group for the first time. It was a great distraction from my state of inner torment, but I was still not sure if this was the path to a cure. I was pretty sure this feeling was not “gender dysphoria” — that was something I knew all too well.

Akathisia Art Summer 2014

I honestly don’t know how I survived Aug 2014. I think back to those 31 horrendous days and just shudder at having lived through them. A sickening feeling. A too-close memory. If you wonder why I remember all these dates so well, it’s because this little chunk of my life is so magnified in its pain. I couldn’t possibly forget. Also I have a “superior biographical memory” to begin with.

So…Aug 11, 2014. The news man tells me Robin Williams has committed suicide. Robin Williams?!! Nawww…

but, what is happening in the world? Is this somehow related to what’s happening to me? Is everyone depressed? Is everyone feeling THIS BAD, and they’re just hiding it?

I began to have an overblown concern for how my fellow man was feeling. Was everyone on the verge of suicide & I was the last one to find out? I knew Tony was not feeling bad. I knew he never felt like I was feeling. But how many people did?

I cried & cried through August. Loudly. Violently. I figured, one day I’ll be done crying & I will be back to normal. But it wasn’t just crying. There was a …PAIN… a discomfort that went right along with the tears. My chest hurt. My back hurt. It ached to cry. My body still felt jittery & nervous to the point where I wondered if I had Parkinson’s. It wasn’t just sadness. There was a physical component.

Tony knew that I was struggling with…something. I was still shielding him from HOW very awful it was. He still did not know I cried & cried all day. I was kind of embarrassed to tell him.

This akathisia art from 6-30-14 contains an image of an airplane getting hit by a missile (upside down on the dolphin's back) On 7-17-14 a Russian rocket hit a Malaysian airliner

 

On Aug 23 I saw the gender therapist alone at her office. We both agreed that what was happening to me was beyond gender dysphoria and she referred me to a psychiatrist. I called the psychiatrist right away and she gave me some date waaaay in the future that she could see me, and I just cried and said PLEASE! I’M Desperate!!

[I actually remember saying that!]

Somehow she was able to schedule me for Sep 2. 

On Aug 29, 2014 I was having the roughest day yet with my unknown condition. I could not even stand up I was crying so hard. Usually I cried & paced. On this day I was on the bathroom floor and probably could’ve decided to end my life if I hadn’t been very determined not to. I called Tony at lunchtime. I was ready for him to see what was really happening.

And though he stood there as I cried & screamed on the bathroom floor, I could not even begin to describe to him the downward journey I’d been on all summer. I knew he would never comprehend the true horror of it. But he was there, and the truth was out. He was worried. Supportive. Loving. Everything I needed him to be, and thank God for that.

Those hours between Aug 29 and Sep 2 were survived with white knuckles, lots of crying, lots of butterflies & moths swarming through my skin, lots of physical discomfort & mental anguish. Lots of bubble baths. That was all I could think of to do for “self care.”

 

June 30, 2014 Alter Egos w/ akathisia

There were no real answers for me on Sep 2. I went to the doctor. I described what had happened to me in the last 3 months. I was diagnosed with “Major Depressive Disorder” and “General Anxiety”. I did not think these were correct diagnoses, but I accepted them, and my prescriptions for Klonopin and Lexapro.

The Klonopin was very effective at relieving my symptoms. The Lexapro was dubious in all aspects.

I felt a lot better in Sep and Oct 2014, though I still cried a bunch in the day time. In Nov and Dec I felt a little worse. I cried a LOT and felt the creepy-crawlies pretty bad.

In Jan 2015 I started a new medication, Gabapentin, ditching the Lexapro & its SEXUAL SIDE EFFECTS. Early 2015 saw an improvement in overall levels of peace and physical comfort. But I still cried a lot in the day.

Spring of 2015 was going well; I still cried in the daytime, but Klonopin and Gabapentin helped. I was getting back to writing and doing stuff that had been put on hold for a year (almost).

But in June 2015 I had a huge flare-up of my symptoms. I spent much of June ’15 as I’d spent Aug of ’14. Barely holding on. And I don’t know how I did it — I wrote a lot in June 2015. I played guitar a lot. I just comforted myself with words & music.

And in July 2015 I felt better. And in August 2015 I felt even better. And in Sept 2015 I felt even BETTER. By October of 2015, I was no longer crying every day. I was writing, drawing and planning on moving into our new house.  I had an appointment with the endocrinologist to start HRT in December***. I felt like I was out of the woods!

But I was still scared. I was still mystified. What was that THING that happened to me? Was it really…depression? Nawww…even Major Depression did not seem like a big enough descriptor for that horror. Could it happen to me again? How did it happen? Why me, and not Tony? Our lives were pretty much identical — we ate drank & lived in the same environment.

I was on guard. And rightfully so.

One watercolor that survived the summer of '14

When my symptoms began again in Dec 2020, I recognized them right away. Akathisia feels like a lot of things, but nothing else feels like akathisia. If that makes sense.

And in Dec 2020 I was already in a very bad place. Life was not going as wonderfully as it had been in 2014. My will to survive was not as robust as it was in 2014.

I would say, having written this retrospective, that the 2014-15 experience with akathisia was way worse. It was longer for one thing!! No one knew what it was. I went from being super happy to being in a horror movie, so the drop was more sheer. In 2014, suicide was not an option! We’re surviving this come hell or high water!

Not so in 2021.

This is already a really long blog, but I want to mention one more thing. In the summer of 2014, in Sarasota, FL, right across town from me, a 63-yr-old man named Louis started taking an anti-depressant medication because he had just retired and was having trouble sleeping. He began having symptoms of akathisia right away, pacing, rocking back & forth, feeling more depressed than he did before taking the drugs. But no one in his immediate circle knew what was wrong. His doctors did not know how to help him. Louis committed suicide in the Spring of 2015. 

When I don’t have akathisia, I don’t cry very much. But when I heard Louis’s story on the MISSD podcast, the tears were flowing. There was someone, living in the same town at the same time, and we couldn’t reach each other. Didn’t know each other. Couldn’t talk to each other. And he didn’t make it. And I did. And how many more were there? In Sarasota alone?

Okay, we’ll end there for now. Enjoy all this wild akathisia art I found for you! At the beginning of 2014, I was all about learning how to do watercolors. I was determined to get it! But what I ended up mostly doing is throwing out my paintings, and keeping the brush pads with all their random marks & taking an ink pen & making something out of those instead. That’s how most of these arts happened. 

***yes, I stuck with the Transgender Group, and did make the decision to transition as I started feeling better in 2015 

Your Rx and Their Special Side-F/X

 FRIENDS & HURRICANE SURVIVORS,

You are alive and that’s all that matters. Alive to read this important thinkpiece about why everyone is dying of akathisia! (and not hurricanes)

I’ve made some bold claims on this internet lately. Robin Williams died from akathisia. David Foster Wallace died from akathisia. Adam Lanza & all his victims — they too died from akathisia.

But didn’t they all die from horrific automatic rifle assault? Well…yeah, that’s what it says on their death certificates. But I boldly claim & guarantee that if Adam Lanza hadn’t been experiencing akathisia, the massacre of 12-14-12 would not have happened when it did, how it did. 

This is a well-kept secret that Big Pharma and big medicine do not want the general public to know. 

2012 prophetic rx art

I have a lot to say about this topic after surviving akathisia in early ’21. When I say it is the most horrific thing I’ve ever experienced, with the exception of alcohol withdrawls, I am not lying. I’ve been alive a long time & have had injuries, surgeries, illnesses and other indignities that I would much rather re-live than akathisia. And to be fair, alcohol withdrawals only last 3 or 4 days…

So…this may be a 3 or 4 part thinkpiece. Have your attention spans handy like you did for the Detransitioners Series. It should be interesting & informative even if you’ve never had akathisia.

I just have to figure out where to start…with all my bold claims surrounding the high profile deaths mentioned above? With all the lesser known deaths this horrific side-effect has caused in our country and around the world? With some mindblowing secrets about how these drugs & their side effects have been used on the battlefield? 

I mentioned that I also had akathisia in 2014. This is a whole ‘nother can of worms to open, because I did not get akathisia from a pharmaceutical medication. I will tell you how I got it, and nobody will like it, but it needs to be said.

I think I’ll just start by lightly reiterating some akathisia information. This is a terrible side-effect that mostly occurs with anti-depressant and anti-psychotic medications, but can be caused by ANY medication. Anti-nauseants, anti-biotics, recreational drugs. The only drugs that miraculously seem clear of causing akathisia are opioids (heroin) and alcohol.

When you take the offending medication, akathisia usually occurs as the chemicals go into their half life. So usually you’re fine right after you take your meds, but about halfway between doses you start feeling horrific.

Art I did on 2/6/21. I remember that being a very difficult day.

For me it would start with a burning spine. My back would burn, then tingle, then all the bugs would come crawling out. I had to rock back & forth, rub my legs, roll around on the bed to stop the bug-sensations. I felt like tears were about to come crashing out of my skull but they wouldn’t. I would hold onto my bedroom door so I wouldn’t fall down crying. I remember begging the angels to pass a suicide vest down from the clouds so I could blow myself up. 

These were my 2021 symptoms. My 2014 symptoms were slightly different, but totally recognizable as akathisia. In fact, when I started feeling awful in 2020, I called it 2014 Syndrome, because I never found out what it was that happened to me back then until it happened again.

Anyway…the romance language they use in the TV commercials to describe the symptoms of akathisia really offends me! I never would’ve identified what was happening to me as “Restless Leg Syndrome” or “suicide ideation”.

To me restless legs is something that happens when you’re kind of tired & need to lay down. Suicide ideation sounds like you’re sitting there sadly taking inventory of your life, and deciding to end it.

There is no sitting with akathisia. No thinking straight or deciding anything. There is the terrifying feeling of losing one’s mind. And my request for a suicide vest should give a clue as to how urgent and violent the desire to end one’s life becomes. [it can also be a clue as to how these drugs are used in the most nefarious scenarios]

Someone else's akathisa art which is eerily similar to mine! Unfortunately I don't know the artist's name. It is from an article or blog called "Mad in America".

I guess the most alarming thing I’ve discovered about akathisia so far is what a race against the clock it is! I’m basing this estimate on what I’ve found reported on the internet by families who have lost a loved one — but from the onset of akathisia, the time of death is usually 6 — 8 weeks.

6 — 8 weeks of akathisia is about all anyone can take. I lasted for 12 weeks before I got the right help. Could I have made it another week? I honestly don’t know. I can tell you I wouldn’t have made it all the way through March of 2021. Guaranteed. I would’ve found a way to end it.

And some kids (the ones at most risk are younger people) kill themselves right away. One girl jumped off a roof after 2 weeks. People with illnesses like schizophrenia or bi-polar have chronic akathisia from their medications. They have to constantly keep adjusting their doses & medicines to keep it from getting too bad. And unfortunately for me, akathisia can cause permanent damage to your dainty little dopamine pincers. If you’ve had it before, you’re likely to get it again.

What causes akathisia is a flooding of the dopamine centers of your brain. Your dopamine receptors get clogged & can’t move the chemicals around freely. Basically, you have dopamine clots in your brain. And that’s just about as bad as having blood clots in your heart. Accompanying this is often a depletion of serotonin, causing indescribable sorrow to go along with all the creepy-crawly sensations.

2014 akathisia art. I had just finished drawing this when I heard of RW's death. Note the Hanged Man from the Tarot in the lower left corner.

When the news of Robin Williams’ death broke on Aug 11, 2014 I was sizzling with akathisia. I didn’t have a clue what it was, but I knew that I was on the verge of suicide myself.

My akathisia had been building slowly all summer long, and by August I was in a desperate place…

And I think that is a good place to start this Series — with my earliest experience with the horror that is akathisia. I’ll stop here for now… your attention spaniels have been good little puppers today.

I will let you know that I successfully tapered off my medications — Seroquel and Cymbalta — this summer. These drugs are both on record as causing akathisia if you are on them for too long. I was feeling very happy & strong in June & decided it was a good time to do the dreaded taper.

Tapering off Seroquel was easy. I didn’t notice any side effects. Tapering off the SSRI (Cymbalta) was a whole ‘nother story. It was rough. For the last 10 days in August I experienced “brain shivers”, which are exactly what they sound like. If I had to work outside the house or drive anywhere, it wouldn’t have been possible. This is why people stay on these drugs for too long, far after they’ve re-couped their serotonin/dopamine levels. It is hard to get off of them!

I’m doing much better now. I have the occasional “brain shiver” but it doesn’t seem to be interfering with daily life anymore. I am VERY scatterbrained & low on concentration powers. Writing is near impossible — all manuscripts are on hold for the moment. But I can do art. And I have the energy for music now that I’m not sedated!

The latest drug to be heavily linked to akathisia is Rexulti. I hope none of y’all on that one!!!

So…next time…I’ll tell you all about how I survived akathisia (for about a YEAR!!!) before anyone knew what the fuck it was! PLUS lots more exciting cutting-edge info that will blow your pea-sized pituitary glanses! Stay tuned, don’t drop out! Of The Octopus Diary, a safety net for subversive thinkers like yourself.

YASSIFIED DOCUMENT

 FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi, how are ya. Good.

It’s a Monday here in IN. I was going to do yet another blog about akathisia for you, because it’s very important & I’ve learned lots of stuff ‘bout it. But first I wanted to share the 9/11 poems (aka my first Psychic Safari, the one I didn’t know I was on until c. 9/12/01)

It dawned on me that 9/11 is old enough to drink now and I haven’t, as far as I recall, ever shared the full document of my early psychic safari. At least not here on FacebookmetaBlogger. I do remember typing them up on MySpace.

MYSPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I still miss that shitty little place. 

Anyway…I’ve included some photos of the only remaining document I could find — an email I sent to my dad on 1/16/02 after he bombarded me with Xtian themed chainmails. We had been estranged for many years & reconnected at my brother’s wedding in 2001 & he never sent me one personal email asking what I’d been up to for the last decade, so I decided he needed to be bombarded by automatic writing.

I sent him all the automatic writing I did on the remainder of my psychic safari. He deserved it. I think his fancy-haired wife intercepted it all anyway.

Enjoy —

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Wish I was a morbid wiseman

Strange authority whispering sidewalk slogans

That make no sense in this century.

Aug 3, 2000

And behind the black curtain

Lights went on acute w/ portents

A danger so insipid 

It destroys mankind at its soul

The Birds of War 8-8-00

Safety sabotaged

Injury of spinal structure

Deposed brain & lightning heart

Follow millions into spooky coma

Everyone a failure ‘cep the bad guy,

The monster, the computer

All ready with endless plans

Diagramming your destruction

You are not safe to turn right

When you leave your room

For they lurk there in their silk terror

They follow you into the restroom

For a routine chokehold

Saved by the flushing toilet

Scaring up a witness to your arbitrary karma.

June 2000

Status octane pumping aggregate herds

Up veins in Manhattan skyscrape organismus

World renovation distribute new cities

Crost all desolate lands

No more chokehold

No fear stems from chaos

Arrested boys in military drag

Police third degree car;

Where were you on the night peace & freedom

Drowned in a revolution

To keep it alive?

I was out sky-diving.

June 2000

Stiff eyes, trenchant gazes

Learn enough about white boy

To know he’s from the sky

Hostile takeover

Soon historical karma

Will make white boy extra-terrestrial

June 2000

Pilot passing over prismatic ocean

Creating triptych access

Carefully targetted.

July 2000

The eyeball 

Saw it all coming & cried

Psychic resident,

Television panic,

Traffic fury

In the dark room

The eerie glow

From the miracle window

Brings voices near

And now you’re not alone.

July 2000

We hear our voices 

Through melted receivers

But the interpretation

Is always the same —

Death cannot come too soon

For this collision.

To end this way —

How climactic,

How fiery & loud!

We would never believe

Our fear in retrospect —

We would never understand

How we could dread this moment.

July 2000

Television crystal ball

Shows vision of violence

Subliminal prediction force

Sends a message through the eyes

Porthole Iris lets them in

Without security, no I.D. check

And the television was right.

Now exalted as reality.

July 2000

Pink stars collide in space

And form a batik explosion

Neon announcement credible from a telescope

A lucid phenomenon of the new millenium

God has returned

From his New York sepulchre

That astral borealis

Causing more collidascope

On the ceiling of the sky

Than the roof of your church

Dec. 2000

Birds fly

As big as planes

To a glass nest

Secured from the public eye…

Jan. 2001

Underground hostility

Baby undertaker

Tall currents of rage

Rise in a skyscraper

Feb. 2001

Earthquake sounds

And faith asunder under the sidewalk

There thrives a community

Chaotic insects inhabiting the cracks

That make us cry when they rip through our houses

From here to Seattle eternity

Airlines desperation throes

Crash landing into barbed-mesh-

Nail-split ruins

Fractures bone & metal & even glass

Then fills a colony ship

With metaphysic travelers.

March 2001

Under a blood red mountain

Six superior survivors

Cheated the giant machine

Marketplace swarming with empty eyes

Nobody expected our mutual danger

April 2001

Sparkly buildings below the airplane

Can you guess how many years

I’ve fallen through these clouds

No memory of the universe

Before this human prison.

April 2001

New York again —

Heading East tonite repeatedly

L.A. is a city too & closer to the ocean

But I want undertones of dirt

Mechanic hands trapping me there.

A star shooting across the sky &

Then a gun shooting across the room.

You missed my heart by a minute,

My spine by a mile.

April 2001

Xylophone guitar

So in tune with the skyline

Tooth-sharp in light & dark

Sometimes I don’t know what to say

So I see for miles through water & fire

from England >>> America

Look through earth & air

To see the past & future blend

From Boston >>> New York >>> Philadelphia >>>

Miami >>> Chicago >>> Dallas >>> Seattle >>>

SanFrancisco >>> L.A. 

Writing songs,

Singing to the sea

With the city behind me.

April 2001

this one seems even more like 9/11 when it's cut in half

Male banshee

Mourning on a rooftop in Manhattan

Any enormous skyline biting the distance

Kamikazee windows

Flying in from the rising sun

Studio 54 horror

How the axis turns.

May 2001

Star power

The lucid red violence

Rose to a crescendo 

Unlike any other explosion.

The skull grew cracks & fractures

All around eyes & 

The sky spoke meningitis megaphone

Blaring down streets

Hollow vertebra terror

We never made it to NYork that day

And the floor of the world

Opened like jaws below your feet.

May 2001

Busy expressway

Wax corpse

Steel scalpel carving candle-meat

And blood leaking underneath

Advanced decomp

Stinking up the architecture

I hear the sound

Of helium heartbeat

Saddened by entrapment

Talk to me I’m scared

Hit zero for human sound

And a pulsebeat in a fingertip

911 death in the street

Blood in the hair

Skull wound

Black out.

May 2001

Silver lips mouthing the song

Airwaves doomed for eternity

To corporeal hell

The crust of earth is damnation locale

Certain cinder-somebodies

Gouge away at purgatory

Waiting room irritation aggravation

Break the walls & kill us all

Overexposed to shelter.

May 2001

The disco diva

Rising on the platform

Silver afro lighting up the night

Times Square millenium

Silver ball drops down eleven flights

Screams reach into illicit windows

And grab around for safety

Elevator stuck between floors

Occupied by savagery

When you slip past my knees 

And fondle my inferiority

I see her pinpoints of light

as they rain & fall & blow away

Not fixed to any electricity.

May 2001

Take your hallucinogenic religion

And destroy yourselves with it.

Your numbers are thinning

It is a dying legend and

Who knows if it will undo the nation, the world.

How will we end —

Knowing it was all a joke?

Or in a final permanent moment of clarity?

May 2001

I wish the population

Would divide in random half.

I’ll go if I haffta.

I want empty seats on the airplane.

Quiet sidewalks.

Traffic sparse.

Actions of inhumane violence

A nominal headline

In a faraway derelict land.

July 2001

City upon city

With the same six buildings

Tall white graves where bodies vaporized

And it was always a dangerous job,

But that’s okay

Because droids are doing it &

Who cares if they are safe?

July 2001

The third wave of war history

Now erupting in a plague

Invisible enemy line crossed in each cell

A grim war —

The  most casualty ever…

July 2001

I wanted to see everyone’s face break

After optic nerves or ear canal witnessed truth.

Hate. Prejudice. Violence.

Blinders always in place during

The most dangerous game.

I see history distort &

Wonder what happened all along.

Explosion.

An ocean of wisdom.

Universe graveyard — we’re next.

Sept. 4, 2001

Next time — akathisia stuff [aka the fun stuff] We have fun here, right?