Stone Walls in Trailer Parks
I can really feel the Geodon today. And my head is bashed in like a stone wall. Underneath the sickle of the trailer park. My heart just wants to crash. As firm as an old peach. Leave me alone in this black room. I've been trying to paint White Angels while in the mouths of all these dragons. Although my head is on fire, It is too cold to paint. Quivering birdbone hands. My hands tremble in overdose. I rest in the mutiny of the day. I can only wrap myself in a scratchy blanket. And listen to all the screaming arguments from mothers to children. And my walls remain the lunatic. Stressed and cracking the foundation downward. Poems by David L O’Nan “Wild Hearts” “Taking Pictures in Dark Laundromats” “Miracle White” “A Centipede in a Blizzard” & “The War is Like Honey in Holiday Lights” 3 poems by David L O’Nan : “Come Possess Me in the Rain” “Sleight of Hand” “In the Palms of Schizophrenia” Mini Poems by David L O’Nan
Fevers of the Mind 