The Bad Nerves Gene
Slouched, my
Mother wore her worry
Like a heavy pendant
Resting near her belly.
Anxious ladies have anxious babies
Cortisol and adrenaline shoots up yr umbilicus like amphetamine
And you never ever recover…
Fear me fear me squealed the garden gate
The daisies screamed
And the kitchen clock ticked
Like dripping blood.
Buried alive by the sky,
Dread pressed down on my axis bone,
Nostrils stuffed with phobias.
I have tried, you know,
Tried hard
But you never ever recover…
Walker (2011)
© Walker & Jones 2011
© Walker & Jones 2011
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