Under the auspices of my akter ego, Bioman
I have had a poem called “Anti-psychotic” accepted for publication!
I need a new drug
One that comes to the point
And sharpens the mind
If it stops on the roundabout
Or it stops on the vein
Or the artery of Life
It slows down the tempo of thought
To the degree of nonsense which
I cannot bear for it shows that I
Have died in my head for you.
In the online Newsletter/magazine calle: “Asylum” dedicated to a Democratic Psychiatry